Jason groused from the sting he felt when Mona swabbed his wound with the alcohol.
"How bad is it?" I looked closer while Mona stitched his wound. It seemed she knew what she was doing because her hands expertly worked on Jayson's injury, putting it together like his skin was only some kind of fabric.
I couldn't imagine the pain as the needle punctured his skin and the feeling when Mona yanked the thread to close the lesion on his skin. I assessed it again and it was ten stitches long.
Jason grunted. His face was in a total grimace. He was sweating terribly although it was cold. It must be really painful for him but he didn't complain. After the wound was cleaned and bandaged, Mona gave him some painkillers and a bottle of water.
"You're amazing." I complimented her and she smiled at m
