"Don't cry anymore," he said. He was firm. "I'm here now. What did the doctor say?" He eyed her tiny, frail body in the large hospital bed but felt a strange relief. She was okay. After everything he had been through to get here--
But he didn't want to focus on that. He wanted to focus on her. Pushing away his exhaustion and smoothing away the stress lines on his face with a faint smile, he looked up at her.
"I'm sorry that bastard pushed you," he said, his voice lacking rage due to how tired he was. "I want to beat him up." Again, he seemed so casual... so composed, compared to the raging storm he could be.