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she asked me. “Yes, please,” Akyran answered, grimacing. “It is a bit…” “Sour,” I supplied. “No, that’s not the right word,” he shook his head. “It’s sour but it’s also…” “Bitter?” Jiloria suggested. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “It’s hard to place.” The bruise on his jaw and the cut on his lip were healing as I watched. “Your injuries will take more time,” she told me. “The wound on your calf is infected, your ribs are broken, and, of course, the venom burn is extensive. You will sleep and wake better than today, however.”

I take the hand he’s reached out to me. It takes a lot of effort but with a long groan from me, he pulls me into a sitting position. “Once you’re cleaned up, I need to go through your hair and find that laceration of yours. Once I find it I will need to cut the hair around it to get a good view. If it’s long but not too deep then I can use surgical glue to close it but I’d still encourage using the lidocaine shots to numb it as the glue burns when it’s first put on. It’s late but I don’t think Angela has gone to bed yet so I’m going to get her help with this. I think you’re a little too shaken up from that dream to try to handle everything on your own.”

Maybe even a year. Sandu bypassed all of it, even the fresh lacerations and tears, to get to the puncture wound on the girl's throat. He had to stop the bleeding. That had to be done or they couldn't leave with her. He closed the wound from the inside out. There was damage to her larynx. The two-inch tube was shredded. If she was going to speak again, he had to at least address that. It took longer than Sandu expected, and by the time he'd managed to get some of the tubing to stick together in the beginnings of a repair, someone or something hit his body, knocking it sideways, and his spirit abruptly was pulled from the girl back to his own shell.

I went extra by brushing my hair well then I braid the front of my hair from both sides and tie it up at the back of my head. I look in the mirror and there is still a cut on the corner of the lower part of my lips and it's really visible. I gently brush my finger over it and it hurts so I wince a little before I endure the rest of the pain and lay on the bed. My body still hurts and I have bruises here and there on my arms, legs, and stomach but I feel better than I did when I hadn't cleaned up yet.

“Your face was burned, badly. Doctor, can you fill her in?” “Of course. Kara, can I call you Kara? Kara, you have second-degree burns all over your face, especially the area around your nose and mouth. Fortunately, the flames avoided your eyes, so your vision isn’t compromised. Your hair was burned a bit as well, and we had to give you a haircut. Sorry for that. There are some minor burns on your upper torso, but nothing bad.”

Sasha approached slowly. “You did well.” He pulled the cloths off one of them with a quick motion. “Shit…” The Lycan’s chest was torn open in long lacerations, too deep for ordinary claws. The jaw appeared dislocated, as if it had been shattered from the inside. The pupils were still partially dilated, frozen in final horror. “This wasn’t a bear,” Sasha murmured, running his fingers near the wounds without touching them. “Look at these edges… Burned? Like… the blood reacted.”

They managed to stretch the potatoes with meat broth to four bowls, they nodded to each other before Alissa took two bowls and headed back to Luca. “Thanks,” Luca sounded tired but he accepted the bowl gratefully before taking a large piece of potato into his mouth. He let out a groan of pain. Alissa looked up. Luca winced before he swallowed. “What's the matter?” she asked. He grimaced and cradled his jaw, “I can't chew,” he admitted. Alissa got up and opened the curtains. Light flooded the study. She moved back to Luca and inspected his face. His jaw was already bruised and there was swelling. “It might be broken,” she said, comparing his swollen jaw with the other side of his face.

Lauren hesitated, eyeing the mask in my hand, “is it okay to wear it now? Won’t it hurt your skin?” I didn’t respond. Instead, my eyes drifted to the mirror across the room, standing at the far edge near the wall. I turned my head slowly… and saw myself. There, just below my right eye, a large square of white plaster covered the worst of the wound. The edges were faintly pink. I could still feel the sting of where the scissors had torn the skin. My lips were split, one corner swollen. Faint bruises formed under the surface, slowly darkening.

I frowned as she settled into a dimly lit area and stuck out her tongue. I straightened up, my mouth agape, unsure how to react to what I saw. Her tongue was injured, with deep cuts that didn't look recent. When I looked more closely, I saw that her teeth were chipped and she had scars, not only on her tongue but also all over the inside of her mouth.

He was still making me worry about him. But the man shook his head. "I'm fine, I told you I wasn't. It's not a problem." Even though he said that I could clearly see that the wound on his lip made it difficult for him to open his mouth and chew his food. An open lip wound isn't the same as having a canker sore in your mouth that stings like hell, even when nudged and exposed to water. I wonder how much she wants to show me that she's okay.