His worries

The car drove down the mountain to the nearest hospital.

Throughout the ride, Liam kept glancing at Nora.

She sat there in a daze yet to recover from the shock.

Her head was lowered, and her eyebrows tightly knitted. Her complexion turning paler with every second and she kept bitting her lower lips to hide her discomfort.

Just with a glance, one could tell how much she was suffering. But even then, she did not cry or let out a whimper.

Seeing her suffering, Liam felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, making it difficult to breathe. It was as though he was the one who was injured.

His behavior also surprised him.

Why was he feeling so concerned about her?

Why did it matter if she was fine or not?

Why was he acting so strange?

There were so many whys popping up in his mind, but right now his only priority was to make sure she was okay. Stepping on the accelerator, he sped towards the hospital.

- - -

At the hospital.

Liam parked the car and walked to the o