The hand that was handing over the phone was covered in wounds, some of which had scraped skin with dried blood.
"What exactly happened with these injuries? Did you roll down the mountain or what?" she asked. His wounds made her heart skip a beat.
"Just minor injuries, all just superficial wounds," he said lightly, "This is your phone. I found it on the mountain last night, but I accidentally broke it. I'll buy you a new one later."
"Forget the phone." Mabel Quinn snatched her phone away and put it aside, hastily saying, "Where else are you hurt?"
What she wanted to know most was the extent of his injuries.
Her anxious demeanor seemed to amuse him, and a slight smile curled at the corners of his lips.
"I'm so worried, and you're still smiling," she said.
"You're worried about me. Isn't that worth smiling about?" he replied, "But really, it's just minor injuries, no need to worry. I'll be fine in a couple of days."
She bit her lip and suddenly said, "Let me see!"
