"I'm fine," Larissa said.

"But your shoulder—" He glanced at her swollen right shoulder.

"I injured my shoulder about a week ago. My shoulder was refractured because I'd been hit by a bag, not because of you or your car," she explained.

The man's expression did not relax. "Did the doctor prescribe any medication for you? I can go get it for you."

Larissa shook her head.

"So, can you walk? Do you need me to help you? It's so congested outside right now, trying to call a cab won't be an easy