-Joel POV-
I decided to talk about that night when I confessed my feelings to her. I'm not sure about my feelings toward her, to be honest. However, I just had a feeling it's more than a friend. I have difficulties in dividing the feelings of admiration and affection. Even so, I had an urge to convey my real feelings to this wounded woman in front of me.
"What do you want to talk about?" she asked meekly.
I steadied my figure on the comfortable bed, she helped me lean on the bedside. Her scarlet eyes are full of concern, she couldn't face the injured me.
"I'm sorry" she apologized.
"It's nothing," I sighed. "And there's something that I want to talk about".
"Go ahead" she answered, almost immediately.