As she approached her more and more closely, she saw it more and more clearly.
His back was wrapped by bandage. Blood kept oozing out from his wound, reddening the bandage.
Other parts looked even scarier. It was covered his sweat.
At the moment, his face looked paler. Sweat wet his short hair, making his hair look like sharp thorn on his head.
His lips looked so weak that she started feeling sorry for him.
He grabbed the bed edge tightly with his hands to stand the extreme pain. He stretched his two arms, on which were covered with his blue veins. His muscles were tightly shrunk. Apparently, he must be so painful just now.
Hearing the sound, he asked in a weak voice, “The pain killer?”
Because he was so weak and painful now, he could not tell who came to his
