Chapter 427 The Wound Is Inflammation
Chapter 427 The Wound Is Inflammation
“I’m praising you for being noble. So what?”
Cierra glanced at the pale-faced Patrick and was not afraid at all.
When she was kidnapped, she dared to scold him and even dragged him into the water. How could she be afraid of the lunatic who was so sick that he couldn’t stand straight at the moment?
Patrick’s blood surged, and he seemed to be struggling to get up.
But as soon as he sat up straight, he fell down again as if he had lost his bones, and his face became paler because of the pain.
It didn’t look like he had a fever at all, but more like…
At this moment, Cierra also noticed that something was wrong. Especially after Patrick moved a little, she smelled the faint smell of blood in the air.
She approached him with a serious expression and raised her hand to look at where he was sitting.
But before her fingers could touch him, she was slapped away. “… Stay away from me.”
Patrick’s tone was weak and stubborn.
Cierra had a look of disgust on her face as she looked at him with a complicated expression. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re smelly and dirty. Do you think I want to touch you?”
Patrick’s brows were knit together tightly while his eyes revealed a ferocious glow, and he was extremely like an infant beast that was on the verge of danger and was already tainted with blood yet still maintained its battle.
Cierra only glanced at him. Looking at his defensive look, she suddenly thought of something.
She pretended to be surprised and said exaggeratedly, “Do you think I’m going to do something to you? Wow, really? Don’t you know what you look like now? Besides, even if it’s the right time and place, you…”
Her words were half probing and half mocking.
“Me what?”
However, Patrick took her words seriously and sat up angrily.
However, the pain on his body pulled him back. He could only glare at Cierra angrily.
Cierra clicked her tongue and said, “Don’t you know? Do you think you’re clean? If I remember correctly, Aleah was diagnosed with that disease in the hospital. Who knew that you…”
“Stop!”
Her words hit the nail on the head, but she was interrupted by Patrick angrily.
Cierra shut her mouth at the right time and glanced at the place where he was sitting.
Under the cold and white moonlight, she could vaguely see the winding brown marks. It seemed that some parts of it had dried up and were stuck to the soil like an incomplete oil painting.
Because Patrick’s clothes were brown, and he hadn’t moved much during the day. Perhaps he had, but she was fetching water outside at that time, so she naturally didn’t know that there were other wounds on his body.
According to the amount of blood on the ground and Patrick’s pale face, it seemed that the wound was not small.
How could he bear it?
“Where are you injured? What happened? Is it serious?”
Patrick closed his eyes without saying a word. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
Cierra waited for a while, but she couldn’t say anything after seeing his face.
Anyway, the injury was not on her body. He deserved it.
As the saying goes, when others are sad, I’m happy. This was how Cierra felt now.
At first, she was a little upset because she missed home, but when she saw Patrick’s pitiful look, she inexplicably smiled.
She was in a good mood and felt sleepy quietly.
“The water is here. If you need it at night or you can’t stand the pain, you can solve it yourself. I’m going to sleep. Don’t disturb me.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she pulled off the dirty coat and casually covered herself with it. Then, she really fell asleep.
When Patrick opened his eyes and saw Cierra sleeping peacefully, he was even angrier.
This woman…
Patrick closed his eyes and relaxed for a while before lifting his clothes with a cold face.
The wound was caused in the lake. When he went ashore, he hit a rock. Under the impact. of the current and the need to take a person ashore, he didn’t have time to think about anything else.
Moreover, he was in pain all over his body at that time, so he didn’t notice the wound. It wasn’t until he was exhausted that he suddenly realized that his abdomen had been cut. by a sharp stone, which was
comparable to a knife.
This was also the reason why he chose to temporarily stop in this cave, not directly going down the mountain to find his people to help.
The clothes were ripped open, and the wound was badly mutilated. The smell of blood also came to his face.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Every movement made him feel as if all the nerves in his body were being torn apart, not just from the wound.
He knew very well that if this wound was not treated, the consequences would be even more serious.
But the current situation was not optimistic at all. The only living person around him was unreliable.
Patrick raised his eyes and looked at Cierra, who was sleeping opposite him. He pursed his lips and held on for a while before he couldn’t help but speak.
‘Miss Barton.”
It was rare for him to call her in an emotionless tone.
Cierra naturally wasn’t asleep at this moment. She could not sleep in seconds, let alone in such an environment.
She heard the sound but did not move.
Patrick hesitated for a while. Because of the pain in his abdomen, he was breathing weakly. “Miss Barton, can you help me?”
Cierra still didn’t move.
Before lying down, she had said that he had to solve everything by himself and not to bother her.
Seeing that she didn’t move, Patrick stretched out his long legs and tilted the tip of his shoe.
He didn’t have the strength to kick her hard, but just kicked her several times.
It was so annoying, like a mosquito in summer, or a fly that couldn’t be caught.
About a minute later, Cierra finally couldn’t help but sit up straight.
“Didn’t I tell you not to bother me? The water is…”
Her voice stopped abruptly when she saw Patrick’s wound.
She had never faced such a wound before. It was bloody and ferocious, looking a little. scary under the dim fire.
Perhaps it was because the wound had not been treated for a day, there were inflammation and pus near it. Some of the skin and flesh around had already changed color, but it could not be seen clearly under such light.
When Cierra was injured abroad, she only knew that she was seriously injured, but she had never seen the wound face to face.
In the hospital, it was bandaged very well. When the nurse changed the dressing for her, she closed her eyes.
Later on, all that remained was a withering flower-like scar.
This was the first time she saw a badly injured wound.
There was no time for her to think much, so she quickly calmed down and asked in a serious voice, “What should I do?”
Patrick propped himself up with his hand and suddenly threw out a dagger with his other hand.
The dagger hit the rock lightly, followed by the weak voice of Patrick.
He closed his eyes and said, “If your hand doesn’t shake, help me remove the rotten meat around and wash the wound with water. If it’s convenient, please wash my shirt. I’ll bandage with it briefly later.”
Cierra pursed her lips, looked down at the dagger at her feet, and picked it up in silence.
The dagger was pulled out of the sheath, shining with a cold light under the firelight.
Cierra didn’t move. She raised her eyes and looked coldly at Patrick.
“What do you think will happen if this dagger stabs your wound again?”