Bradley chuckled softly, "It's fine, just don't touch it."
Angela spoke with rare gentleness, "I was too harsh just now. It's my fault for hurting you. I'm sorry."
"You never have to say those words to me. I don't blame you at all, so don't be so nervous," Bradley said gently.
Angela didn't reply, focusing on washing his arm. As she reached his right arm, she noticed his index finger drooping unnaturally. Could it be broken?!
In a panic, she asked, "Why didn't you tell me your finger was broken?! Do you know it might need amputation if it's serious?!"
Bradley pretended ignorance. "It's that bad? It doesn't hurt anymore."
"That's because it's numb!" Angela was exasperated. "I don't know what to say to you. Even if you can't feel your finger, you should have said something!"
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