Arwen sat on the hospital bed while Jason checked her legs. His expression was calm, but Aiden's presence made the air tense. He stood beside her, arms folded across his chest.
Arwen couldn't bring herself to look at him, but she could evenly feel the intensity of his gaze. She could tell he wore the same dangerous expression as before, as if he were on the verge of massacring the whole city at any second.
"You are fortunate, Arwen," Jason said, looking up at her. "You haven't sprained your ankle. It seems you just twisted in the wrong way," he added, pressing a soft smile to cheer her up.
Arwen nodded, trying to reciprocate his smile, but hers barely reached her eyes. "Thank you, Dr. Clark."
Jason sensed something deeper was troubling her. His gaze shifted to Aiden, and when he noticed his hardened expression and furrowed brows, he decided to take the hint. "Although her legs seem fine, I will double-check the X-ray reports to be sure."