Journee was on the chair waiting for her pain to die down. And asking questions to David to determine if her theory that David was afraid of her was true or not.
"I can carry you in my arms. We don't need a wheelchair," replied David.
"So, why didn't you carry me before? Why let me walk?"
"Um… I… I don't want to touch you without your permission!"
"Oh! You are a gentleman?"
"Once I tried to touch you and you…" gulped David.
"Choked you. I remember! That time you wanted to kiss me without asking if I wanted to be kissed or not. And now, after you know what I am capable of, you are not ready to touch me, even though it was meant to help me? So, you are afraid of me, got it!"
"Who isn't? Everyone is afraid of you!"
"Tell me, David. If I had fainted, would you wait for my permission or start treating me then and there?" said Journee.
"Of course! I will start treating you. What kind of question is that?" snapped David.
