" What?" The girl asked in raised voice, due to irritation. After all, Ashoka was acting like a stone, not moving at all. Yet, this girl, even her pressence was irritating the newcomer in the elevator.
Her voice made Michael to flinch subconsciously. After all, even till now, except for Grandfather Kim, no one has ever raised their voice on her. Not even Ashoka.
" Enough." Ashoka, finally butted in. Then, he simply extended his injured right hand, hold it tightly against Michael's tiny waist and pull her near to him, with one pull. Though, he had to grit his teeth. After all, it isn't the wound that hurt. But it's the after-effect of applying medicine on the injury, which hurt like hell, the moment, the wound get stirred.
