Edward, My Abilities Are Limited. I Can’t Save You.

His face was covered in blood, but it was obvious that his face was pale. Even his lips were frighteningly pale.

She did not look at his face for long. She lowered her head and lit a cigarette before placing it beside Edward's mouth. "Let me help you clean your right palm."

Edward took a puff of his cigarette and could still feel the warmth from the area Jeanne put her lips on. 

He simply looked at Jeanne.

His eyes were deathly still, and they were not as sharp as when he met Kingsley's gaze earlier, probably because he did not want to pretend in front of Jeanne.

Moreover, he was really weak now.

At that moment, Jeanne's attention was on his right hand. She said, "The abrasions are very serious, and there are metal fragments in the palm. It's already inflamed and starting to fester. I have to clean up the rotten part first and then do a deep disinfection before applying medicine and bandaging it. It might be very painful."