Chapter 1944
Chapter 1944: If You’re Alive, I’ll Forgive You (9)
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These two large bags of medicine, some were chosen by Dallion himself, some were suggested by Ann, mostly were drugs for treating external injuries, among them were also some antibiotics, and bandages were particularly complete.
Ann intended to come over herself, after all, she is a doctor, somewhat concerned, but Dallion managed to persuade her by saying that things were too busy there and Glenn Hutchinson would handle them himself.
However, Glenn Hutchinson was not very enthusiastic.
"Go get a clean set of clothes."
Glancing at the two bags of medicine, Glenn Hutchinson bluntly ordered.
"Which kind?" Dallion asked in detail.
"Whatever."
Glenn Hutchinson had little patience.
The clothes were for Flossie Wright to wear; sleeping in the current clothes might not be comfortable for her, so as long as they’re clean and wearable, there’s no need to care too much.
Dallion received the order and went out.
Glenn Hutchinson quickly dealt with his own wounds.
He had been slashed a few times, but the wounds were not serious, no tendons or bones were harmed; Glenn Hutchinson just simply bandaged them, and that was it.
When he arrived at the bedside with the bandages and medicine, Flossie Wright was already lying down, asleep.
Covered neatly with a blanket, lying face up, sleeping even more properly than imagined, but such "properness" was only because it hurt when she moved.
Glenn Hutchinson stood nearby, watching her quietly.
Having only wiped her face, she slept like this, her slightly long hair messily spread across the pillow, seemingly in pain even in her dreams, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.
Glenn Hutchinson bent down, reached out his hand, and lightly touched between her brows, gently smoothing out the tightly knit brows.
The painkillers have an anesthetic effect, and the always keen Flossie Wright hadn’t awakened.
Withdrawing his hand, Glenn Hutchinson quietly watched her.
Only till this moment did he truly believe, Flossie Wright came back, genuinely came back.
What happened last night seemed like a dream, this person before him, likewise felt as real as a dream.
Flossie Wright slept for about half an hour, finally woke up in the ebbing fatigue.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Glenn Hutchinson sitting beside her.
He had taken off his coat, sleeves rolled to the elbows, seeming to have dealt with his wounds.
Thinking like this, Flossie Wright supported herself and sat up from the bed.
Her wounds were dealt with on the way and were not too severe, but without an emergency kit and without careful treatment, even a slight movement made the wounds on her arm split open.
Glenn Hutchinson leaned over to help her up.
"Why didn’t you call me?"
Tightly furrowed brow, Flossie Wright asked Glenn Hutchinson.
"You were sleeping too soundly." Glenn Hutchinson explained, and then began to prepare the bandage and medicine.
Originally, he didn’t plan to let Flossie Wright sleep for long.
Her wounds need timely treatment.
"Help me take off my clothes."
Flossie Wright said coolly.
With the pain all over her body, even moving a little was extremely difficult, let alone a large movement like taking off clothes.
In fact, she meant the jacket.
Yet, feeling Glenn Hutchinson’s seemingly indifferent gaze, she suddenly realized.
Her face slightly stiffened, Flossie Wright suppressed the impatience in her heart and asked word by word, "Instructor, do you need me to teach you how to care for a patient?"
The courses back then were all supervised by Glenn Hutchinson.
Not a single person escaped his criticism and blows.
Even Flossie Wright was no exception; if her movement was slightly slower, she was severely criticized by Glenn Hutchinson.
Now seizing the opportunity, she did not hesitate to retaliate.
Glenn Hutchinson could only smile silently.
Helplessly, he had to untuck the blanket, slowly gripping her clothes and carefully taking them off.
The blood-stained jacket was flung aside directly.
When handling Flossie Wright’s wounds on the road, Glenn Hutchinson hadn’t noticed; only now did he see clearly her white long sleeves almost completely stained by blood, and his expression immediately changed.
Estimated that the wound had split open again.
"Scissors."
Noticing his paused action, Flossie Wright reminded.
Glenn Hutchinson furrowed his brow, "Does it hurt?"
"Yes." Flossie Wright grimaced.
So, Glenn Hutchinson tore a few more painkillers for her, seeing her face of determination, he had to pick up the scissors.
Flossie Wright’s injuries were many.
Her left arm had been slashed once, her back had been slashed twice; these were rather deep, and countless small cuts could not be counted.
And now, the blood sticking to skin and clothes required Glenn Hutchinson to cut the clothes open to apply medicine.
When injured, one could perhaps endure through will, but after resting, when the spirit relaxes, the pain is certainly more intense than before.
Softly admonishing, Glenn Hutchinson’s voice had a hint of tension.
Flossie Wright promptly responded.
Such minor injuries, using anesthesia was really shameful.
She didn’t want to give Glenn Hutchinson this chance.
Starting from the collar, Glenn Hutchinson slowly cut the clothes open.
Gradually, on her smooth, fair back, those two wounds clearly came into view.
When the clothes ripped off the skin, the sound of Flossie Wright’s sharp intake of breath was evidently heard, yet she stiffly held on without emitting a single sound.
𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
Glenn Hutchinson’s brow tightened further, all calmness seemed to halve at this moment, as if feeling the pain a thousand times more intensely, he carefully acted, afraid of hurting her.
Wiping off the blood, applying medicine, finally bandaging it.
All other slashes were treated the same way.
And after all of Flossie Wright’s wounds were treated, both were exhausted, dripping with sweat, more tiring than practicing combat for an hour.
Just when Flossie Wright was catching her breath, she noticed Glenn Hutchinson’s bizarre gaze.
— End of Chapter 1944 —