You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Karl got up from the bed and scanned through the room. The sterile kits and fever patches were on the bedside table.

It seemed that Juanita had taken care of him all night last night and helped him reduce his fever.

To have access to his apartment, it must have been Franklin who called out to Juanita.

He looked down and saw the gunshot wound in the abdomen. She had treated it so well that he did not have to do anything for the time being. He picked up the used gauze from the floor and threw it into the trash bin.

Then, he removed the blood-stained sheets, put them aside and replaced them with new ones.

Since the wound had not yet recovered, after cleaning his room up, there had been a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

After washing up, he opened the door to his room and went to the living room.

Michal had just returned and placed the breakfast she had bought on the table.

There was milk, various kinds of buns, cakes, sandwiches, and everything.

you even eat every day? I can't believe there is not even one egg

pointed her finger at Karl who had just walked out of the room, "Do you really know

"It's time

help Michal with the dishes. "What's this?" Michal glanced at the thermos sitting on a low table. "Ah, this is ..."

he didn't eat any of it? It smells so good, and it

can't have it. It was from last night, and it's been too long." Juanita hurriedly

you. What a

gave Karl a hard look showing

the back of his chair and struggled to sit

wound, which would not hurt when he was standing, hurt the most when he was sitting down or standing

Is it going to be okay?" Michal saw that his face was a little pale and asked

did

doesn't matter. It's much better

replied with an expressionless

opposite Karl, but Michal beat her to it, taking