Barron's POV:
"Don't worry, Lynne, I'm fine. They're just superficial wounds, and they'll heal soon."
I lay on the bed, enduring the intense pain, forcing a smile as I reached out my hand to Lynne.
"Come here, Lynne, come to my side and see if I'm still alive and kicking."
Lynne's face was pale. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, trying hard to keep her emotions in check, but I still saw the tears welling up in her eyes.
She was a kind girl, and she had clearly realized how much these wounds must hurt. Seeing the untreated marks on my back, she was probably wondering what I had gone through.
Sure enough, she stood by the bed, looking down at my wounds, her voice hoarse as she asked, "Barron, tell me who did this to you? These wounds are too severe. Who could have done this to yo
