The ride to the hospital was quiet, very quiet. Dmitri would glance over at Viktoria every few seconds, watching as she stared blankly out the window at the passing cars and buildings. She hadn't said much about anything since they left, she kept tracing imaginary patterns on the foggy window with her fingers as if lost in thought.
"You're not mad at me, are you?" Dmitri asked, breaking the silence.
Viktoria turned her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. "I don't have the energy for getting mad," she said softly. "But I still think it's all unnecessary."
"Well, I don't," Dmitri said, his tone a little too sharp. "You passed out, Viktoria. Not normal."
She let out a sigh, resting her head on the window. "You're overreacting."
Dmitri gripped the steering wheel tightly, not saying a word
