President?NEOHe was supposed to be in bed.Of course he wasn’t.I found him in the kitchen instead, one hand braced on the counter while the other fumbled with the bandage around his shoulder. The gauze had already started slipping again, blood seeping faintly through the edge like he’d been ignoring it for longer than he should’ve.He didn’t even turn when I walked in.Just exhaled through his nose, like pain was an inconvenience rather than something worth stopping for.“Don’t tell me you’re trying to handle that yourself,” I said, moving toward him.The first thing I did after waking up was look for him. I was still thinking about the shooting, still replaying everything that could’ve gone wrong. I hadn’t even checked my phone like I usually did.Instead, I ended up bringing it downstairs with me.“I might have to call Mr. Bramwell. Your shoulder doesn’t look good,” I added.I reached for the gauze, but he leaned away.“I can do it.”“No, you can’t,” I said flatly. “Stop being st
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