The lights were off as he pulled up to her house and he groaned.
But as he was about to put the car in reverse, she appeared, back from a run and her hair wet from the rain. She moved around his car and to her front door, stopping suddenly she bent forward slightly and wrapped an arm around her ribcage. He was confused for a moment. She knew he could see her so why was she showing him this, he couldn't believe it was honesty. Then he realised she must be in so much pain that she couldn't stop herself.
"Rachel?" He asked, stepping quickly out of his car and putting up his umbrella.
"Sorry. Were you waiting long?" She stood up straight but it seemed to cause her further pain. He wondered if it was from the smoke inhalation or if she had perhaps broken ribs during the fire. Not that he had any idea of her specific injuries.
"Just got here. Are you okay? What's wrong?" He took the bag from the car and approached her, angling his umbrella so it covered her.
"Yeah fine" she opened the front door.
"You don't look fine" he said, irritation growing. She ignored the comment and stepped inside. "Why are you running if you're in pain?" his voice was a little aggressive, unable to hide his frustration.
"Thank you" she held a hand out for the bag.
"Seriously?" His head shook.
"I told you, I'm-"
"Yeah, you're fine, I got that" he spat, heading for his car.