'What?.'
'I use to be a surgeon, I reckon I can do this.' She managed to slide his áo, áo khoác off and unbuttoned his shirt. She went into the bathroom and took through all the toilet roll they had. She applied pressure to the wound, hoping it would stop bleeding. 'You ok?.'
'I'm fine.' She pushed down thêm which made him flinch.
'Sorry.' She removed the paper, The bleeding stopped. She filled the syringe with morphine.
'Trust me?.'
'Yes.' She pushed the needle into his skin and the morphine went in.
'Done.' She tossed it aside and grabbed a fresh needle. She took her scarf and pulled out a thread, which...
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