Marianne pov contd..
Once he was done he did not put the gown back to its place.
'It is full of blood and dirt. It may cause infection." He explained before I could ask anything. So I just nodded.
"Marianne"
"Hmmm"
"Your dress is completely torn," he said and only then did I notice that I had many small cuts in the dress all over my breast and stomach, even from below my legs up to my knees were exposed.
My hands instinctively moved to my breasts to hide my bra from poking and I was too embarrassed that everyone had seen me like this.
"Marianne, if you do not mind, can you wear my shirt? Since I did not have combat it is perfectly fine."
I looked at him with astonishment, if I would wear his shirt then what would he wear? Was he thinking of moving here bare chest now?