Andrew took my arm with his right hand, and with his left hand pressed my right shoulder, he gently moved the shoulder joint, and he held my arm and pushed it up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hiss......"

There was a piercing pain, and I bit my lip, and my face turned white.

"Dislocation. The humerus and shoulder joints of the humerus and scapula are dislocated posteriorly, and the joint capsule is somewhat torn. Andrew frowned, slowly lowering my arm, which I couldn't exert any strength, like a model that could fall apart at any moment, "I probably hit my right shoulder when I fell to the ground." ”

Oh......

Enduring the pain, I flattened my mouth and looked at Andrew, like a wounded little beast.

He snorted.

"Now I know it hurts. Why didn't you protect yourself just now. ”

…… Nonsense, do you think everyone is like you.

Glancing at him wistfully, I looked away sullenly.

Andrew's "home" is very clean, diametrically opposed to the world of the slum outside the window, the small living room is dominated by white tones, snow-white walls, black tables, white sofas, simple lines, but revealing a meticulous style.

On my body, the white pajamas under the blood-stained coat were soaked with sweat and blood, I sat on the sofa with my head down, my hair was messy, I simply pulled off my hairband, let the hair fall on my shoulders, suddenly, I felt a fishy smell in my throat, I was busy gagging my mouth with the back of my hand, but I couldn't stop coughing violently, and the blood I coughed up sprayed on the back of my hand and splashed on the white pajama pants.

A small stack of facial tissues was silently handed in front of him.

“……”

Silently taking the slightly rough tissue, I silently wiped the blood from the back of my hand, and my mouth was full of bitterness, as if I had drunk blood.

My heart was cold.

I feel like a dying man.

Andrew crouched down and looked at me as I sat on the couch.

"How does it feel?"

"Not good."

"I'm talking about your lungs."

"I'm also talking about ......" Before the words fell, I felt a burst of blood rushing to my throat, and I hurriedly covered my mouth with a tissue in my hand.

"Ahem......"

The dark red blood stains slowly soaked three or four layers of rough paper towels, crippling and spreading, staining the white paper red.

“…… Does it hurt. ”

"When you breathe, sort of."

I looked at his increasingly cold face, and with a small calculation in my heart, I described the condition as a little lighter.

Hunched over, I carefully adjusted my breathing rate, as if any more breath would tear the wound in my lungs even more.

After a moment of silence, Andrew withdrew his gaze slightly, his hands crossed over his chest in thought.

"Probably hurt my lungs." Andrew raised his eyes and looked at me with a serious look, "Little girl, you try to maintain a slow breathing rate, and try not to make too strenuous movements, so as not to cause secondary damage to the lungs due to rapid breathing." ”

He was like an experienced doctor, telling me every detail I needed to pay attention to.

With my sweat-soaked hair hanging down from my shoulders, I wiped the blood from the corners of my mouth and nodded cautiously as he told me.

Actually, he's a good guy.

I looked into Andrew's night-like eyes, as calm as ever, as if nothing unexpected could surprise him. He seems to be a very controlling person, he has his own plans for everything, he keeps the rules, and he is neat.

Relatively speechless for a moment, Andrew lowered his head and took out some disinfectant potion, gauze, and scissors from the small medicine box beside him.

"Wounds." He instructed simply and clearly.

I breathed slightly open, trying not to let my breath pull into the torn wound in my lungs, and with the tissue in my hand down, I lowered my body slightly, shaking my dislocated arm to pull up my trouser leg. Andrew's warm and generous palm pressed on my shoulder for the next moment, as if without a trace of force, pushed me back into my original sitting position, and with his right hand picked up the scissors, he slowly cut my trouser leg along the wound in my thigh.

The fabric of the pajamas stuck to the torn wound, and although Andrew slowed down, the wound that had not yet healed could not help but be full of blood and spill along the dark red wound.

I gritted my teeth and grabbed the leather couch beneath me.

As if sensing my forbearance, he paused slightly, and the sharp end of the scissors was slightly off-angle, tearing along the horizontal lines of the fabric.

I looked silently at the corners of his pursed lips. The strong man in front of him can fight with ghouls without changing his face, can skillfully use guns and ammunition, and is proficient in fighting martial arts, a retired soldier of the special forces, but he also has such a gentle and careful side......

I can't help but be a little grateful to the unknown client who entrusted Andrew to take care of me.

"Are you secretly praising me in your heart?" Andrew spoke without raising his head.

"You—Where do you get your confidence?"

Instantly guessed by the thoughts, a trace of panic, I pursed my lips and looked away.

"Little girl, you are so stupid, sooner or later you will die in heaven's punishment." He was sarcastic in his composed.

"I'll try to outlive you a little longer." I won't give an inch.

Andrew snorted.

"It depends on whether you have the ability to do it."

"Oh? I don't think it's that hard. I raised an eyebrow and leaned gently against the couch.

Listening to my voice, Andrew raised his eyes slightly, but he squinted his eyes dangerously at me with an expression of "bandage me well", and this self-respecting man had obvious displeasure in his eyes.

I pursed my mouth and looked at the wound in my thigh.

Subtext: The wounded come first, understand?

Andrew glared at me, gritted his teeth and continued to bandage me.

A small sense of accomplishment flashed through my heart.

Although he looked unhappy, Andrew's movements were not sloppy at all. He carefully cut off the fabric from the wound, dipped cotton in antiseptic solution, lightly touched the skin on the outermost edge of the wound, and then moved towards the bleeding wound little by little. Hydrogen peroxide disinfectant kills bacteria at the wound, and the skin that touches the disinfectant water "hisses" white bubbles.

I gritted my teeth, and the small achievements in my heart were replaced by pain for a moment, and I squeezed the corners of my clothes hard.

"Bear with me."

I was slightly surprised to feel his warm exhalation swirl over the torn wound.

The pain seems to have eased a little unconsciously.

It seems that there was once a person who was very gentle with me......

I looked at Andrew and fell silent for a moment.

The wound was bubbling white, and after a simple disinfection, he helped me apply the potion, tear off the gauze, and wrap the wound in circles. His every movement is crisp and neat, and he is familiar with the road, and he has probably received special training in bandaging and self-rescue.

For a long time, we didn't speak.

In the small living room, the atmosphere was a little depressing, I didn't squeak for a while, and Andrew raised his head slightly to meet me with a solemn expression.

……

He leaned over, raised his hand, and tapped me on the head.

When I came back to my senses, I met his black eyes in a bit of a daze.

This action ......

[It can't be that I slept stupidly yesterday and forgot everything when I woke up. 】

…… Sid.

The silhouette of the blonde boy came to mind, bitterness overflowing my heart, and I pursed my mouth, the tip of my nose sour.

"Who bullied you?" Andrew frowned, his tone a little colder.

I closed my eyes and shook my head.

There was no more Andrew in my ears, and I closed my eyes and lowered my head, and I could feel his calm gaze falling on me.

I knew he was waiting for me to speak.

"He's dead."

"Who."

Sid ......

The other party was silent for a few seconds.

“…… The twelfth disciple. Andrew muttered in a deep voice.

"What?" For a moment, I didn't hear him.

"Nothing, have you seen him?"

"Hmm." I opened my eyes and my gaze fell on my blood-stained coat.

This coat used to be full of his breath, his temperature, but now there is only blood left.

Sid is dead, and all that remains is a zombie.

I can't be given that warm familiarity anymore......

Andrew's slightly rough palm quietly touched my head.

“…… I'm going to get you some clothes, the punishment has already begun, and we're running out of time. ”

I heard the sound of Andrew standing up and walking around the couch.

"Thank you."

Behind him, the footsteps stopped slightly.

Then, he smiled softly.

"Little girl, I'm not a good person, I'm not used to receiving thanks."