Stuart was seething with a barely controlled fury, his voice a forced whisper as he tried to calm himself. "I'm not blaming you. There's just a better way, less painful." Morwenna shook her head, her voice steady, "It's okay. I'm not afraid of pain. Anesthetics don't work on me anyway. Better a short agony than a long one."

"What? Anesthetics don't work on you!" Fletcher exclaimed in shock.

"Yeah, remember when I tumbled down that hill? I had to grit my teeth and bear it. Painkillers don't touch me unless it's enough to knock me out cold." Both Stuart and Fletcher were visibly shaken.

Morwenna managed a weak smile, "Don't worry, I'm used to it. Really, pain doesn't scare me."

She tried to reassure them with her smile, but the blood smeared across her face only highlighted her radiance.

Fletcher, lost in thought, stared at her. She lit up like the sun.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, Fletcher diverted his gaze. "I... I'll go get the splint."

He hurried out of the room.

Fletcher took a deep breath and pinched his thigh to snap out of

at Stuart, who stood by the bed, his aura unstable. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on

called out

was as if he couldn't hear her, his mind wrapped in a violent storm of protective rage, wanting to pulverize anyone who dared hurt Morwenna. Sensing his distress, Morwenna reached out with her newly bandaged arm

which brought Stuart

was crusted with dried blood, her appearance disheveled, yet Stuart didn't

the corner

I'm okay. You should take care of

weren't visible, but his white shirt was splattered red like a gruesome

towel, and dabbed it in warm water, gently

had knocked someone out with her forehead, which was now split open, bleeding down her face

gaze now filled with a tender concern as he

the pain throbbing through her body, she felt a bashful

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