Jake gave Zara an all-knowing smile. His eyes reflected a feeling that was a mixture of sadness and hope at the same time.
He gently turned her hand so that her palm was facing inwards and absent mindedly brushed the pad of his thumb against her knuckles. He moved his thumb over the back of her hand that bore marks of the IV. "Do you see this?" he asked, indicating the small punctures on her fragile looking skin.
He continued in the same soft voice, "Your therapist, Mrs. Brooke, dialled a few numbers and got an ambulance and a doctor to come and look at you. They had wanted to take you to the ER, and I carried you there."
Zara looked at him, surprised, "Nobody told me. I had asked mom about the puncture marks but she had said that it had been a routine visit to the doctor when I got an IV that I didn't remember. "
