“This is becoming increasingly troublesome.”
Back in her room, Hannah lay prone on the bed, her back burning with an intensity that threatened to consume her.
“The wound is quite deep,” the doctor explained, her voice gentle yet firm.
“The blood has congealed, adhering the clothes to your skin.
You may experience some discomfort as I separate the fabric from your flesh.”
That was a young female doctor, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, her face framed by rimless glasses. Her voice was calm and professional, a soothing balm amidst the chaos within Hannah.
“I can handle it,” Hannah replied, her voice laced with determination.
“No need for anesthesia. Just proceed.”
Taking a look at Bryson, the doctor, Maritza Larson, put on her gloves quickly, picked up the scissors and tweezers, and said, “Alright, I’ll apply the medicine to your wound directly.
Bryson, his eyes burning with anger and concern, assisted Maritza in cutting away the shredded fabric that adhered to Hannah’s back, washing the wound with water. As the cool water washed over the exposed wound, Hannah’s body trembled involuntarily.
Only after the initial cleansing did Bryson fully grasp the severity of the injury.
The whip had struck Hannah with merciless force, tearing through her flesh, leaving a gruesome welt that crossed her back.
The sight of Hannah’s skin and flesh intertwined with crimson blood filled Bryson’s heart with immense pity.
His knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, his anger intensifying with each passing moment.
“I’m going to apply some medicine. Please hold still.”
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As Maritza began her ministrations, Hannah flinched, a sharp intake of breath escaping her Lips.
She instinctively raised her hand, seeking solace in the midst of the pain. Her fingers brushed against a soft, cold hand, and she Looked up to find Bryson’s gaze fixed upon her, his expression etched with concern.
Hannah’s forehead glistened with sweat, her face contorted in pain.
In her discomfort, she held onto Bryson’s hand, finding comfort in his silent support. She bit her Lip but didn’t let go of him.
Maritza’s eyes darted between the two tightly clasped hands with a complicated expression.
She finished applying the medicine and removed her gloves, her voice gentle as she spoke.
“There. The wound isn’t deep, but it’s quite long. You’ll need to rest for about a week. Avoid strenuous activities to prevent reopening.”
“Okay, thank you, doctor.”
Hannah managed to sit up, her face pale and drawn from the ordeal.