Loraine’s heart ached at the sight, her worry mirroring the anxiety she felt while waiting outside Rowan’s
emergency room.
Anxiously, she asked, “How is he? Will he be okay?”
The nurse smiled and said, “He was grazed by a bullet. Your boyfriend was lucky that he didn’t get directly shot.”
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Loraine hesitated but chose not to correct the nurse, allowing her to continue tending to the wound.
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As the nurse applied iodine and disinfected the injury, Marco winced slightly. Loraine clutched her clothes,
appearing more pained than he did.
When the nurse finished bandaging the wound, she offered a kind smile and joked, “It’s all right. Your boyfriend
is tough enough to handle this. But he should stay in the hospital for further observation.”
Loraine knew Marco's tendency to bear pain and refuse hospitalization so she agreed on his behalf.
The nurse advised, “He shouldn't use his arm these days and should make sure to keep the wound dry. You may
need to help him clean his body.”
Loraine listened carefully, her eyebrows raising in surprise. “Okay, | will... Wait, what?”
The realization hit her-would she be the one to help him clean his body?
She glanced over and saw Marco's intense gaze.
After instructing Loraine and Marco what to do and what not to do, the nurse led them to a sizable ward and then
left.
In the ward, only the infusion bottle’s slow drip and their collective breath could be heard.
Looking away to avoid his glaring eyes, Loraine cleared her throat and asked, “What can | do for you? If you
don’t need my help, I'll go to see my uncle.”
With a gleam in his eye, Marco said hoarsely, “Loraine, wait. | need you now.”
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What on earth did he want?
Loraine felt slightly irritated. She looked at him and saw him leaning against the edge of the bed. The tall,
straight combat outfit made him appear even colder and more attractive, like a heroic soldier.
Inadvertently, she took a step back as her heart began to race.
Upon seeing this, Marco sighed and lowered his eyes.
“I want to change my clothes, but if you don’t want to help me, you can helpfind a caregiver who can do it.”
He purposefully said so because he was aware she had a sympathetic soul.
Biting her lip, Loraine stared at him.