Don't Speak Anything
Don't Speak Anything
Zhi Chang kept looking after her wounds, her bare skin was covered with extra cloth, the time seemed slower down its usual pace, the moments of grief usually prolong.
He cleaned the previous remedy and applied anew, third day Jen woke up, she was embarrassed to see her tattered clothing, "I was here, you don't need to move that fast," he gestured toward her wounds and she nodded.
He stood up and walked out of her room but before leaving he halted at the door, "The extra strips are for the wounds to wrap," since she was unconscious he did not wrap the strip but kept look out at the small remedy covers.
He left while closing the door behind.
Zhi Chang was glad that she woke up but now he was about to search that succumb who tried to ambush, he would make sure that fat bag equally suffer.
He was flaming with fury in his heart, he was not thinking anything.