Mia couldn’t speak.
She just stared.
Christian’s hand was still on her side, holding the soaked patch with steady pressure. His other hand grabbed the gauze pack Nurse Emily left behind. The bleeding had slowed. Not a word passed between them, but he moved with calm precision. He peeled off the stained patch and replaced it with a fresh one.
She flinched at the chill of the disinfectant but didn’t make a sound.
He glanced at her only once, his expression unreadable.
When he finished, he helped her sit back, one arm supporting her shoulder. Then he bent, picked up the pillow she had thrown earlier, and quietly tucked it behind her head.
No words. No looks. Just care.
Then the door opened.
A different nurse walked in, pushing a tray cart. "Morning," she chirped. "Sorry for the delay.
