Aimee was truly anxious this time. Seeing Martin covered in blood, she was terrified inside.
She hadn't expected that her swing had actually injured Martin.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Aimee was completely flustered, as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof, her voice trembling.
Martin lay there quietly, watching Aimee's anxious expression with a touch of smug revenge. That hit had indeed given him some pain, so he decided she should feel a bit of it too.
As he continued to lie there, Martin began to feel drowsy.
He decided he might as well take a nap first.
"Huh?" Just then, Martin's whole body jolted, and his body froze.
He felt something silky and soft touching him.
Slowly opening his eyes, Martin saw Aimee performing chest compressions on him, giving him mouth-to-mouth.
