Larry.
"Who was that, Tiffany?" I ask again. I shouldn't be bothered about someone dropping her off, but I had stood by the window and watched as she hesitated before climbing out. How he called out to her like an old friend and she had turned around. I don't like to feel this way, but when the feeling comes, it settles in the pit of my stomach.
It's only when I've asked her who that was and she groans and clutches her sides that I notice the band-aids across her arm.
"Wait, what happened to you?" I ask as I step forward.
She shakes her head. "I guess you were too busy trying to fault me for accepting someone's help that you failed to notice I'm actually in pain."
I hold her and help her to sit on the couch. She crosses her legs again and groans.
"Do you want—never mind," I hurry out of the room and into the kitchen. I don't even know what I'm doing, but I want to keep her warm and at least help her in any way that I can. I quickly make tea for her, and when I am done, I hurry out to meet her.
I pass her the mug of tea and she sips slowly.