You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Juanita sat on the edge of the bed as she struggled to turn Karl's body over.

His body smelt strongly of some wound ointment, and he must have been seriously injured.

When she saw that his abdomen was tightly wrapped in several layers of gauze outside his shirt, her heart clenched and she could imagine how much pain he had to be bearing in these days.

Having been shot twice, he still refused to rest in bed. His wounds must have been recovering extremely slowly from the repeated cracking. She carefully unraveled the gauze for him, taking it off layer after layer. He should have changed it to disposable medical tape at night when he slept, so as to ensure good ventilation and facilitate wound recovery. Her mother had been hospitalized for an operation, and she had been around for a while to take care of her, so she had some experience in dealing with wounds.

It was so dark in the room that she turned on the European-style table lamp near the head of the bed and set it to the lowest lightness.

With the dim light, the whole room seemed to be shrouded by a dreamy smoke.

She had tried so hard before she could finally take off all the thickly wrapped gauze, revealing the shocking wound inside. She hissed in shock. The situation was more serious than she had imagined, and it was not like what an ordinary bullet could do.

that

the wound had

blood.

the wound, but apparently, he had not. He must

had even

iodine volts, carefully disinfected and cleaned his wound, removed all the limps and scabs, cleaned the blood, sprinkled anti-

hot. When she cleaned him up just now, she felt the burning heat from

first wrapped a towel with ice on

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basin of cold water. She soaked the towel and dried

cool it down, but before that she would have