When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

When I looked closer, I realized he was stabbed by a stake, and I frowned again. “How did this happen?”

“I crashed into something during the fight,” he said nonchalantly. “Nothing to be worried about. It missed the vital organs.”

Barely. God, it’s just a few millimetres from his kidney. He had a lot of wounds, but they were minor, just like what he said, but the one on his waist ran deep.

I cleaned his wound for him. Since there was no anaesthetic for him, he felt all the pain from the cleaning up. Lodophor wasn’t as painful as alcohol, but the cotton swab was still going to irritate the wound.

Even so, all he did was frown. He didn’t even flinch, so I asked, “Does it hurt?”

He smiled at me. “No.”

As if. His wound was finger deep. I knew he must be in pain, since he was just human after all. I sighed. “You don’t have to lie. The wound’s too big not to hurt. You aren’t Superman, you know.”

The blood was still flowing out, and I crushed some haemostatic drugs before spreading it on his wound. Even so, the wound wouldn’t stop bleeding. I had to do it a few times before the drugs took effect.

sweat. Luckily, the wound didn’t seem to cause any more complications. After I bandaged it, I felt something warm on my forehead, much to my surprise. I looked up and stared

as you stay clear of

and pulled his hand back from my

was stupefied, then I nodded when I noticed him smiling at

arched his eyebrow. “I was in a hurry, so I

confused about

at me, which made it awkward. I tucked him in and went downstairs. There was a lot of

anything in the fridge for that. There was only flour there. In the end, I decided to get some wild vegetable outside, but there were a

did that for safety reasons. Since it was a remote area, there was a two kilometre distance between each house,

it for about ten minutes, and a serving of chowder was done. It was thick and melted

asleep when I went back to his room, since his eyes were tightly shut. I whispered, “Are you asleep,

a while before setting the chowder down beside him and covered him with the blanket. Out of a

“Did I wake you?”

shook his head. “I wasn’t asleep in the first place.” Then he looked at the bowl. “What did