Justin adjusted the blanket over Julia and walked out of the room with Natalie, closing the door softly behind him.
"Are you alright?" he asked her.
"Hmm," she nodded, but he was already holding her hand, inspecting the small cuts on the back of her palm—likely caused when they shattered the car's glass. "Doesn't look like it to me."
"It's nothing," Natalie tried to pull her hand away, but Justin held it firmly, his gaze turning serious. She stayed silent as he guided her to the master bedroom. He made her sit on the bed, then went to the chest of drawers and pulled out a first aid kit.
"How did that end up here…"
"I brought it, knowing you have a knack of getting hurt all the time," he replied, settling on the bed beside her.
