Chapter 1957
Chapter 1957: Three Seconds of Sympathy (Part 1)
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Flossie Wright led Glenn Hutchinson directly into his room.
As soon as they entered, she closed the door.
"Bang—" The door slammed shut hard.
Glenn Hutchinson, having just come to his senses, saw Flossie Wright standing beside him, pointing to a chair in the room.
Squinting his eyes, Glenn Hutchinson gazed at her intently.
Flossie Wright looked back, and their gazes met in a moment of standoff.
𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
Ultimately, Glenn Hutchinson relented, sitting down obediently beside her.
At this point, even the dullest person could see Flossie Wright was fuming, and it was better not to provoke her.
"Take off your clothes!"
After throwing out a sentence, Flossie Wright turned to the cabinet to find Glenn Hutchinson’s temporary medical box.
Glancing at her, Glenn Hutchinson roughly understood, thought for a moment, and then took off a shirt.
He didn’t really want Flossie Wright to see, but knowing Flossie’s temperament, she definitely wouldn’t give up easily.
Rather than provoke her further, it was better to go along with her wishes.
When Flossie hadn’t seen it yet, it was fine, but when she approached with the medicine box and saw the scars on Glenn Hutchinson’s body, her face turned dark immediately.
Damn it, he really can endure!
The cuts on his body were no less than hers, nearly covered entirely in bandages. With just one quick glance, Flossie Wright’s brows furrowed tightly.
She should have known, that when Glenn Hutchinson went through that city with her, the attacks he suffered weren’t less than hers.
Naturally, the injuries on his body weren’t less either.
After scanning Glenn Hutchinson for a few glimpses, Flossie Wright lightly relaxed her brows and then placed the medicine box directly on the table, opening it.
Glenn Hutchinson had four or five severe knife wounds, but fortunately, they hadn’t affected his organs or bones. He seemed to have stitched them himself, handled them simply without taking many steps, and just after fighting with Perry Reed, the severe wounds on his body mostly reopened.
The bandages were soaked with fresh blood, which was terrifying.
"Why didn’t you find a military doctor?"
Taking out some small tools, Flossie Wright untied Glenn Hutchinson’s bandages while frowning and asking.
"No need." Glenn Hutchinson replied hoarsely, without even a furrowed brow.
"Does it hurt?" Noticing something different, Flossie Wright asked, but after seeing Glenn Hutchinson’s tense face, she felt it was a redundant question and simply said, "Hang in there."
Her movements softened slightly, but when she saw the long and deep wound beneath the bandage, her brows furrowed even tighter.
The wound was on the abdomen, cut by a machete, a new mark intertwining with another healed scar, looking gruesome.
Her fingers inadvertently brushed against the healed scar, her motion paused slightly, but then she withdrew.
She remembered that Glenn Hutchinson had blocked that wound for her.
To be precise, he blocked it for Erina Taylor.
It’s quite amusing—he should have killed her long ago, yet after going around in circles, he saved her countless times, and she, by chance, helped him quite a bit too.
Soon, Flossie Wright put away this thought and continued treating the wound.
She took out scissors, intending to cut the stitches sewn yesterday, but before going through with it, she asked Glenn Hutchinson, "Do you need pain relief?"
"No." Glenn Hutchinson replied slowly and steadily.
Yet, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
— End of Chapter 1957 —