Even with the doctor clearing him of any immediate complications, Jerica couldn't help but feel the pull of anxiety tightening in her chest.
The sight of him reaching for his phone, his fingers trembling as he tried to grasp it, made her heart sink. She handed him the device, noting the cracked screen. She couldn't help but think how it was almost a reflection of the state of his body—damaged, fragile, but still functioning.
She had the phone sent to be repaired without saying anything to him. You don't need to worry about this right now, she thought, her hands moving to tuck the phone away as if it would make things easier for him.
