"You… Why are you crying?" Nicholas finally couldn't help but ask, even surprised at how soft his voice sounded.
"Who's crying?!" Abigail yelled at him again, raising other hand and wiping her face. Then she glared at him. "Who's fault is that?! If you hadn't gripped the card so firmly, I don't think you would have had this injury! Let's go. We are going to the hospital to get it checked."
"No-"
"Don't you dare to say no need!" Abigail glared at him fiercely once again. "Just look at your hand! It's still bleeding! And you say you don't need it? Don't you need to stay alive anymore?! C'mon!"
"You know the way to the hospital?"
Abigail's footsteps paused slightly before she grabbed the man's other uninjured hand and continued onward. "Who cares? The driver will take us!"
Nicholas again fell silent as he stared at the back of his wife. A frown crossed his forehead.
