Stuart had been through this kind of minor scrapes more times than he could count. But there was Morwenna, visibly distressed on the sidelines, unable to contain her worry as she said to Fletcher, "Be careful

He's lost a lot of blood."

"Don't worry, it's just superficial. A bit of blood is no big deal," Fletcher reassured her.

"But even superficial wounds hurt!"

Fletcher paused for a moment.

Was Stuart afraid of pain?

To Stuart, toughness was a virtue, both towards others and himself.

In their world, the end always justified the means. Discomfort was irrelevant.

Here was Morwenna, worried about Stuart feeling pain.

Fletcher found himself at a loss for words.

his pain or was Morwenna just

control and Fletcher's pity. All she saw was Stuart's wound, feeling almost more pain than if the injury were on her

were removed and placed blood-soaked on a tray that Morwenna finally let out a long

nurse and get a new hospital gown? Stuart's a bit of a clean freak. He'd probably rather walk out naked than wear that bloody shirt

okay," Morwenna blushed and scurried out of

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

Stuart spoke,

raised an eyebrow

visibly embarrassed yet tiptoeing to help Stuart dress, careful not to touch

delicate manner left Fletcher shaking his

your dressing. Remember, the wound shouldn't get wet for a few days. Should I arrange

need." Fletcher exaggerated his concern, "How can you manage without help? If the wound gets infected, it could

this, looked nearly on the verge

staying at Windcharm Villas, but she thought maybe she should go and take care of him

obvious from her gaze, easy

a sly fox that had

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