Anna swallowed hard as she took in Killian's condition. It was way worse than the last time she patched him up. Back then, she’d rushed him and his buddies to the hospital, but now? His body was riddled with even more gunshot wounds, along with other injuries that looked downright horrifying. Dried blood crusted over, the edges of his wounds were bruised and on the verge of oozing pus, like they’d been neglected for ages.
“Why are you just standing there?” Killian snapped, breaking Anna’s trance as she stared at his battered body after he’d stripped off his shirt.
“I just didn’t expect you to look this bad in only two days,” Anna muttered, grabbing some cotton and alcohol to clean his wounds. She followed up with meds and a shot of anesthetic before stitching up the open gashes and fresh
