ROBIN P.O.V
"You would like to know where I was." It was a statement, not a question. During times of crisis such as that particular one, she resembled an open book.
She lowered her head, even more, focusing on cleaning my wounds. The motion of her hands was gentler than n experienced doctor's. It felt like she was playing the piano, and I was its keys. I extended my arm and placed my palms on her hand. She stopped and tried to dismiss my touch, but I had a sturdy grip. I could not stand conflicted emotions.
"Veronica, look at me" Four simple words, yet they acted like some sort of thread. She confirmed.
"You need not tell me, Robin."
"But I want to." I inhaled deeply, preparing myself for telling half of the truth. "I met old arch-rival and had a little fight with him. We did not see each other eye to eye anymore."
I managed to chuckle softly, even though I felt like sewing my mouth shut.
