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.

to cause any more complications. After I bandaged it, I felt something warm

as long as you stay

pulled his hand back from my forehead. “Do

when I noticed him smiling at me. “I do. Are you

hurry, so I

him to the bed, and I was confused about why he kept staring at me. “Are you allergic to anything? Is there anything you

him in and went downstairs. There was

make chicken soup for him, but there wasn’t anything in the fridge for that. There was only flour there. In the

prison, but I knew Armond did that for safety reasons. Since it was a remote area, there was a two kilometre

when I was a kid. She’d boil the water and toss the vegetables in, then she’d stir it for about ten minutes, and a serving of chowder was done. It was thick and melted easily. Not great, but a good

his room, since his

a while before setting the chowder down beside him and covered him with the blanket. Out of a sudden, he held my hand down, much to my surprise, and

“Did I wake you?”

first place.” Then