NovelOnlineThe young nurse looked at Sylvia and said, “The wounds are on his forehead and leg. They look pretty nasty, honestly. It'd be best
to get them checked at the hospital, but—"
She caught Eugene’s warning glare and quickly changed her tone. “But if Mr. Winters really doesn’t want to go, we can keep an eye
on things for now. I'll stop the bleeding first.”
Eugene jumped in immediately, “See? Even the professional says it’s fine not to go for now.”
Sylvia saw how determined he was, and with no other choice, she sighed and stepped forward, grabbing scotton pads to help
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clean the blood off his arm.
Eugene instinctively pulled away. “Don’t touch it, it's filthy!”
Sylvia glanced up at him, her voice calm. “You bled this much for me, and you think I'd be bothered by your blood?”
Eugene froze, a strange light flickering in his eyes. He didn’t move again.
His arm was covered in cuts from broken glass. Sylvia's expression stayed cool andposed as she worked, her hands skilled and
steady—she cleaned and dressed his wounds even more deftly than the young nurse beside her.
Eugene tried to lighten the mood, grinning. “Don’t tellyou studied nursing on the side?”
“1 did,” Sylvia replied, grabbing the tweezers and calmly pulling out a shard of glass embedded in his skin before quickly stopping
the bleeding and applying ointment.
Eugene laughed. “No way! Why would you do that? Planning to be a nurse someday?”
Sylvia stayed silent. She really had studied it. She'd never liked practicing handwriting, never enjoyed sitting still listening to
history lectures, but for sreason, she'd taken to studying first aid—following doctors around, patching up the kids who got hurt
in training camp.
Once, her teacher had even gone to Gabriel toplain. Gabriel cto find her himself. He watched her work, brow furrowed,
and asked, “Why do you like doing this?”
She'd answered honestly, “I don’t like it that much. | just think it could save my life.”
Gabriel gave her a mild, teasing look. “You sure do value your life, don’t you?”
Back then, she'd wanted to tell him the truth—that it wasn’t really her life she was worried about, but his. If he ever got hurt and
she happened to be by his side. what use would dood penmanship be? Knowing how to patch someone un—that could actually
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