Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 143 No One Is Perfect from Head to Toe

Thinking back to that near-death moment, I felt like my voice had just up and left me. I stared at him, dumbfounded, for a few seconds before managing a weak, "Thanks." "That's it?" His voice went up a notch, clearly not satisfied.

"What else do you want?"

I was struggling to breathe under his weight and tried to push him off, but he was like a freaking statue.

"If you're not gonna offer yourself, at least a kiss, right?"

Even now, Faris was still cracking jokes.

The gratitude I felt a second ago vanished, and I shoved him harder.

"Get off."

Right then, the door got kicked open.

Bobby and the others rushed in, flashlights blinding us.

"Are you guys okay?" They surrounded us in no time.

Bobby shouted, "Faris, your leg!"

A few guys hurried over to lift the wooden beam together.

I had a bad feeling. But Faris seemed chill, still wearing that faint smile.

After they moved the beam, they helped Faris up from on top of me.

Bobby's flashlight hit Faris's leg, and I almost lost it.

His jeans were soaked in blood.

Bobby said, worried, "Faris, your leg looks bad. But we can't get down the mountain now. What do we do?"

One of the guys sighed. "I checked earlier; a tree behind the house fell and hit the roof, breaking this beam. Faris, you have the worst luck!"

Only I knew I was the unlucky one. If Faris hadn't saved me, I'd be the one crushed.

Faris just smiled nonchalantly. "It's nothing, just a scratch."

But seeing his pant leg drenched in blood, it was definitely more than a scratch.

"Bobby, got any hemostatic stuff?" I asked.

Bobby thought for a moment. "I think we have some hemostatic powder."

I nodded. "We need to stop the bleeding first."

Everyone decided to move Faris to the bed in the next room. One guy supported his head, two held his waist, and the others took his legs. Faris couldn't help but chuckle as they carried him. "I can walk, you know. One of my legs is still good."

Bobby said, "We don't know if you broke anything, so we gotta be careful. You're still young."

After Bobby found the hemostatic supplies, he also brought a bottle of hot water and handed me a towel.

I took it without hesitation, ready to clean Faris's wound.

saving me,

jeans were too tight, so I

and went to get

Pulling back the soaked jeans revealed Faris's bloodied

But luckily, my nursing instincts

out the towel to wipe the blood off his leg and said,

Faris, with his hands behind his

make a sound, I'm not a man,"

could see a deep wound. It was hard to tell

and wrapped the wound with the clean cloth Bobby found.

was done, Bobby prepared a bowl of electrolyte water for Faris to

end, everyone gathered in the

the sky lightened, the

with their toolkits, and soon

kitchen, saying

sky was fully bright, and light streamed

on the bed, wide awake,

are you smiling at?" I

bed frame with his

gonna give me

after thinking for a moment, said softly, "I didn't ask you to

and smiled bitterly, "I bled so much to save you, and I might not even walk again. Doesn't that make you feel guilty?"

up and said, "I'll go

Ethan, about to knock. He looked

seem surprised. Moments later, a group of

what happened to

your leg injured?

come in was Richard. When he saw me, his quick steps slowed, and he looked

steps forward and slapped Richard hard across the

"You?"

in disbelief, raising a hand to retaliate. But

with pure hatred. Every word I spat

didn't learn a damn thing. If we had known, we wouldn't have busted our asses to get

moved slightly. He clearly didn't like me. But knowing he was in the

probably saw the sudden influx of

is messed up; you guys need to get

the mountain, and Ethan took my

"Let's go home."

was the first thing he said to me since he

a ton of questions. How should

and hail, the path down the mountain was super slippery. I slipped several times, but Ethan held me steady, keeping

my hand and

on. I'll

back, I hesitated for a moment before

and Faris's group walked ahead like

turns carrying Faris, and Ethan carried me, so our pace was

finally mustered the courage to say softly, "There's

it was

if it meant he believed me or if it was just a

not as good