Chapter 73

Once the cream is applied, I layer fresh gauze over the wound, securing it with strips of medical tape. "This will hold for now," I say, sitting back on my heels to look at him.

His chest heaves with labored breaths, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine. "I need you to listen to me," he murmurs, his voice hoarse.

"And you need to rest." I come close to press the back of my hand to his forehead, noting the warmth lingering there. "You're running a fever. You also need antibiotics, Simon."

"I'll manage," he mutters, but his voice lacks conviction.

"No," I say firmly, my eyes locking onto his. "You need real treatment, and soon."

"I can't exactly go to a regular hospital, can I? My injuries demand an inquiry—not that it would even matter with half of law enforcement in Haru's pocket."

"So it's decided. Hospital."