Joanna collapsed onto the floor, clutching her wounded leg while releasing a soft whimper of pain.
She gazed up at Zain with wounded eyes that sparkled with mischief and remorse. Her voice came out barely above a whisper, almost begging. "I know you're angry with me... I just needed to see you, that's all."
Zain remained motionless on the bed, striking a match to light his cigarette. He refused to look at Joanna, instead fixing his stare on the void ahead, his expression gradually sharpening with concentration.
He inhaled deeply, then expelled all the smoke in one forceful exhale. His voice emerged rough and gravelly when he finally spoke to Joanna. "Since Carry's fine, I suppose there's no point staying angry with you."
Joanna's forehead creased with concern, her voice trembling. "Zain, you're really not mad at me anymore?"
Zain drew slowly on his cigarette, allowing the quiet to build before flashing her a mocking smile. "What, are you hoping I'm still pissed?"
