Harith tried to keep himself busy by sweeping the floor.
"Ahh" the sound of Ain's voice made Harith rush upstairs.
"Why, are you okay" Harith said worriedly.
He held Ain's hands which were injured by thorns scattered on the floor.
"Who told you to come up here" Ain said without paying attention to the pain in her hands.
Harith looked at the floor which had many thorns then he picked Ain up and placed her on a small bed "I'll clean your wound first, then I'll sweep all these thorns" Harith said then took the aid kit from under the bed.
Harith placed Ain's hands on her thighs,
"I can do it myself, after all this is just a small wound" Ain said stubbornly.
"Can you please not be stubborn when you're sick like this" Harith said in a slightly higher tone.
Ain fell silent when Harith raised his voice to her. She saw Harith's hands shaking as he applied the medicine.
"That face looks like it wants to cry" Ain thought.
Ain just let Harith apply the medicine and sweep the thorns that were scattered on the floor. When it was done, Harith stood silently on the stairs, Ain got off the bed and walked towards Harith
"You're the one who's angry with me, why are you the one who plays the victim" Ain joked.
Harith looked at Ain "Next time you can just cry or ask for help if you get hurt, don't pretend to be strong" Harith said with a sad reflection.
Ain couldn't respond to those words because it was the first time someone had said the sentence she really wanted to hear.