Noor checked out the books. She had visited his bedroom a lot of times. She always got to see different sets of books every time. Most of the time she got books about computers, engineering, and sometimes chemistry. This time she saw the astronomy books, there wasn't one or two, there were quite a few.

She was surprised when she got two books on fiction. She could guess, he must have kept those for her. Choosing one out of two, she adjusted the pillow and sat on the bed.

She had just read the synopsis when she sensed the arrival of a person at the door. And she heard, "Noor!"

"Aunt Aria," Noor kept the book away and went towards her while Aria walked inside with a first aid box.

Aria always made sure to take care of his wounds and avoid water reaching those whenever Arsh was hurt. Even though Arsh was responsible, she wouldn't be at ease without taking care of him. Hence she had forgotten Noor was with Arsh.

Aria contemplated. She didn't want to scare Noor, but it was important for Noor to be aware of Arsh's dangers, even though he appears the same for them.

Taking the tough decision, Aria handed the first aid box to Noor's hand. Since Noor was bold enough to support Arsh, she should also get used to his wounds which Arsh will hide from all.

Aria didn't get to speak, "Aunt Aria, is Young Master hurt?" Noor asked straight away before holding the box.

Aria nodded, "I haven't seen, but he is hurt on his back. As you are there, Could you please help me out? He might not be able to treat himself."

Noor looked at the bathroom door which looked nothing but a wall. If Arsh was taking a shower, he would wet the wound so she hurriedly responded as she went towards the bathroom door, "Sure, Aunt Aria. Don't worry."

Aria let them handle their things while Noor knocked on the bathroom door. She knocked twice before speaking without knowing if her voice could reach inside or not, "Young Master, don't wet your wounds. You might have to skip… Young Master, can you hear me?"

The door unlocked hearing her hurried voice. Arsh stood there in a bathrobe, intently watching her.

Noor didn't care how he was standing there and looked at his face in worry, "Why didn't you tell me you are hurt? Let me dress it for you." She showed the first aid box so that he could know Aria dropped by, "Don't shower, excess moisture is harmful." She pointed to the bed, asking him to sit, "Let me help you out."

He flicked on her forehead, "You are acting like your mother." Deeply worrying for every little scratch.

Noor shrugged and pointed to the bed again, demanding him to sit. Arsh wasn't sure if she could manage to treat his wound. Well, you never know until you try it.

He teased with an amused face, "Are you sure you want me to remove my bathrobe?" He pretended to be untying his robe. He didn't know she could be so stubborn sometimes.

Noor's eyes trailed down his body, she gulped, sneaking at the firm muscular chest, then saw there were no pants. She turned around and went to the bed saying, "Come quick."

She realized he will have to be shirtless if she has to treat the wound on his back. She slapped her cheeks to keep her mind in place, "Wound is important." She repeated to herself to keep her focus.

Arsh returned as quick as he mentioned and sat at the corner of the bed with his back facing her.

Noor saw a square path on Arsh's back when he sat down half-naked. Keeping her attention on the wound, she carefully removed the tape and the wound came to her view.

She gasped in shock, looking at the layers of skin scraped off. She could see the muscles and blood. Her hand slightly trembled when she tried to look clearly. She didn't know if she should be glad that the wound wasn't deep further or worry by looking at the bloody wound. The skin around had turned purple, she felt it painful to look at, she couldn't believe how he was able to talk, laugh and hug like he always did.

Recalling she had hit his back when she hugged him, "I hurt you in the office, didn't I?" Her voice was dipped in regret.

Arsh had expected Noor to get scared when she removed the old bandage from his wound. He was amused when she was able to hold back and worry about different matters. "Do you think you have enough strength to hurt me?" He teased her instead.

Pouting, She carefully took care of the wound, blowing repeatedly. When she had to coil the cotton gauge, her hands weren't long enough to pass it around him without hugging him so, "Could you please stand up?"

Arsh had to lift his hands in the air and speechlessly looked at her circling him. He didn't know if he should laugh or tease or let her have her way.

With a flushed face, she also helped him wipe his back with a wet cloth and demanded him to wear a shirt as it wouldn't put pressure on by the movements of his arms and shoulder.

"Anything else Miss. Wood?" Arsh mused. Even his mother doesn't treat him like a little kid as Noor was trying to make him feel.

Noor thought, chewing her lips, "Did you visit the doctor?"

"I have taken an anti-inflammatory injection."

Noor nodded seriously while Arsh was hiding his amused grin. "I will help you dress your wound every evening. Don't trouble Aunt Aria."

Arsh: "..."

He wanted to say he knows his mother better than her but didn't comment. Every evening means she will visit him every day so he accepted without a second thought, "I got it."

Noor continued while Arsh responded, enjoying her new side, "Don't wet your wound… Sleep on your stomach… Don't let anybody touch the wound… … …" The list went on.

After some time, Arsh yawned, obviously exhausted and lacking sleep. He cut in, "Read me a book, I am sleepy."

Noor nodded as she had seen him yawn. "Okay lie down." She turned off the light and switched the night lamps on. She almost scolded him, but he spoke first, "I am only leaning on my upper back." He felt like the wound was his but she was feeling the pain.

He crossed his right leg and propped his left knee up, Noor had to sit close to him as the light of the night lamp was focused near him. She forgot she could have just asked him to shift.

Arsh heard less, watched her more. Before him she yawned, eyes were droopy, and became drowsy. He had forgotten she reads books before bed.

He continued to read for her when she tried to keep herself awake and she easily dozed off, gradually leaning on his chest.