Karmen glanced down at the medical report the doctor had handed him before he left the clinic. His vitals were stable, though the deep wounds would require a few days of recovery to heal properly. As he settled into the back of a waiting taxi, he redirected the driver away from his family home. The sight of bandages and his weakened state would only send his parents into a panic, and he couldn't bear their fussing right now.
When he returned to Aisha's apartment, he rang the bell and was greeted by her anxious face.
"The results are fine. There's nothing to worry about," he reassured her as they stepped into the living room.
Karmen's words died in his throat, however, when he realized they weren't alone. Gabriel was seated dead-center on the couch with a dark expression.
"When did you get here?" Karmen asked, his pulse quickening for a reason that had nothing to do with his injuries.
"Why didn't you call me?" Gabriel countered.
