One step at a time...
Jia Li lifted her sweater and shirt inside the washroom to inspect her wound which seemed to have opened up. That man's elbow had hit her squarely at the place where Fu had given her a knife wound.
Taking deep breaths, she pressed wads of tissue paper onto the cut gently. She didn't want any delay in her leaving the country, even if that meant drinking up the pain. She righted her clothes and stepped out of the washroom to go look for a chemist shop at the airport.
A couple of painkillers, cotton wool and some tape would see her through the long flight to Tunisia.
"Watch out!" it was the man from before.
He was standing right outside the ladies washroom. Thankfully, she didn't bang into him again. Her wound wouldn't have survived another jolt.
"If you are here to apologise, there is no need," she said to him, neutrally.
"Apologise? Why would I apologise?" he looked at her with a frown.
He was an infuriating man.