“It hurts?” Aaron asked, though the answer was beyond obvious.

Lena nodded, all obedient and small, which was so not her usual vibe. Normally, she was sharp and in control, but around Aaron? She turned into this quiet version of herself. It was weirdly funny, especially since she wasn’t even that much younger than him. “Yeah, so stop moving my arm around,” she said, trying to pull away.

Aaron, of course, ignored her and tightened his grip just enough to keep her still. “You need an X-ray.”

Lena’s eyes widened, practically screaming, ‘An X-ray? For this? It’s just a bruise!’

Her reaction was pure drama.

She sighed. “I’m fine. That’s not necessary.”

“If you were fine, it wouldn’t hurt. Pain means something’s wrong.” His tone was all log, zero budging.