Chapter 524 Hurt Together

Meryl didn’t bother bantering with him anymore.

Felix pointed behind her, and Meryl came over with the medical kit.

She helped Felix lie down on the bed and cleaned his bloody wounds with alcohol-soaked cotton swabs.

Thankfully, the shoulder wound wasn’t life-threatening.

Though he must have been in tremendous pain from losing so much blood, Felix acted completely unfazed, staying silent as Meryl worked on his wound.

Only the beads of cold sweat on his forehead betrayed just how much agony he was enduring.

Felix looked incredibly attractive in this state.

His bare upper body was tense, every muscle clearly defined.

Being injured had softened his usual sharp edge into something more vulnerable, yet somehow more magnetic, giving him an aura of restrained intensity.

Due to the severity of the wound, treatment was taking longer than expected.

As time ticked by, minute by minute, night grew more profound.

Meryl started by disinfecting his wound with alcohol, then picked up the tweezers.

The bullet was still lodged in Felix’s body and needed to be extracted.

She looked at his face and asked, “You sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?”

Meryl didn’t have much experience with this sort of thing.

Her only similar experience was when she was twelve, helping a neighbor remove a nail from his foot after a farming accident.

While the theory might be similar, this was a whole different ballgame.

Unlike a nail that could be pulled straight out, a bullet was trickier. One wrong move could lead to severe complications.

Worse still, there was no anesthetic in the first aid kit.

It meant Felix would have to endure every bit of pain without any relief.

It would be the ultimate test of willpower.

Felix’s eyes were lightly closed. If it weren’t for his occasionally furrowed brows, Meryl might have thought he was asleep.

After a long pause, he muttered, “Just do what you need to do. I’m already a goner, not like it’ll kill me.”

Meryl considered for a moment before continuing, “There’s no anesthetic in the first aid kit. Are you sure you can handle it?”

At these words, Felix suddenly opened his eyes.

His unfocused gaze fell on Meryl’s face.

She was crouching by the bedside, slightly bent over. A strand of hair had fallen loose from her temple, framing her face and giving her an air of gentleness.

Her slight frame naturally evoked a protective instinct.

Felix’s breath caught for a moment before he asked casually, “So, you’re worried about me?”

Meryl rolled her eyes.

“Sweetheart, how about I give you a cut too? We can hurt together, keep each other company. What do you say?”

Meryl was speechless.

This guy must be out of his mind.

Without another word, Meryl located the bullet’s position, grabbed the tweezers, and plunged them into the wound.

Whether intentional or not, she twisted the tweezers around a couple of times after insertion.

Felix’s tension was visible across his entire body.

His hands gripped the sheets tightly, veins bulging on the backs of his hands as cold sweat trickled down his temples.

Meryl could clearly see a thin sheen of sweat covering his bare upper body.

“Getting back at me?” He pressed his tongue against his cheek, giving a pained half-smile. His voice came out barely above a whisper, fragile as a breeze.

Meryl replied without missing a beat, “Just tough it out. I told you we should go to the hospital, but you wouldn’t listen.”

The implication was clear – this was all his own doing.

Felix let out an amused huff of disbelief.

His smile deepened as his eyes locked onto Meryl with an unwavering gaze.