Florence's expression darkened. The large patch of red bloodstains had been hidden by the black suit, which was why she hadn't noticed them when he entered.
"You should... see a doctor first. The wound looks serious. If it gets infected, you might develop a fever," Florence said, doing her best to keep her voice steady.
Lancelot raised an eyebrow, looked at Florence, and gave a faint smile. He reached out and undid the first button. "Lancelot, what are you doing? Taking off your clothes? Go outside if you're going to do that!" Florence exclaimed.
"Can you check how bad the wound is?" Lancelot ignored Florence's protest and unbuttoned his shirt completely. When the fabric stuck to his flesh and wouldn't come off, he yanked it hard, reopening the barely healed wound and sending droplets o
