Chapter 905 Countdown
Vincent's breathing was getting all ragged and heavy.
Ava finally got the guts to look at his wound, watching as Vincent yanked a bullet out of his chest with some tweezers and chucked it into a tray nearby.
He leaned his head back and let out a long sigh.
Then he started picking out the shrapnel with the tweezers. When he was done, he reached for a bottle of hydrogen peroxide to clean the wound, but his hands were shaking like crazy.
Ava grabbed the bottle from him, "Let me handle it."
Vincent just let his hand drop to the side, not stopping her.
Ava carefully poured the hydrogen peroxide on his wound.
Worried he might be in pain, she blew on the wound gently while cleaning it.
Seeing her being so careful, a playful grin flashed in Vincent's eyes.
After rinsing the wound with hydrogen peroxide, Ava cleaned up the leftover bits with some saline solution.
Then she disinfected the wound with iodine and bandaged it up.
There was still a bullet in Vincent's shoulder. No way he could get that one out himself, so Ava had to step up.
Her hands were shaking like leaves.
Holding the tweezers near his wound, she couldn't keep steady.
Frustrated, she bit down hard on her thumb, trying to use the pain to calm herself.
If her shaky hands made things worse, it would be a disaster.
"Come on, even I'm not scared, what are you freaking out about? Just get the bullet out," Vincent said coldly.
Ava slapped the back of her hand hard, took a deep breath, then gritted her teeth and stuck the tweezers into his wound.
Almost instantly, she felt Vincent's body tense up, his breathing getting heavier.
To make it less painful for him, Ava had to push the tweezers deeper to find the bullet, but after a few tries, she still couldn't get it.
It was her first time doing something like this and she was clueless, while Vincent just took it silently.
Seeing his bleeding wound, Ava's heart sank, "I'm sorry, does it hurt a lot?"
Vincent was already in pain and she was poking around in his wound.
Vincent turned his head, "I'll count to ten. Get it out."
"Ten seconds? But I..." Ava stammered.
Before she could finish, Vincent started counting down, "Ten, nine, eight."
Ava didn't have time to think, she just reinserted the tweezers.
"Seven, six," Vincent's face was pale as a ghost. He gripped the couch cushion tightly, gritting his teeth, "Five, four, three, two."
Finally, the bullet clinked into the tray.
Ava was panting, drenched in sweat, "I got it out."
Vincent tugged at his pale lips, "See, you did it. Next time, don't be scared of something you can handle."
He sounded like a parent talking to a kid.
Ava couldn't argue, so she just nodded.
If he hadn't pushed her, she probably would've taken forever.
She kept cleaning Vincent's wound and quickly bandaged it up.
She found some painkillers in the first aid kit, filled a cup with water, and gave him a few pills.
Vincent got up from the couch, stumbling towards the room.
Suddenly, he collapsed against the wall.
Ava rushed to support him.
Vincent glanced at her, his whole body almost collapsing onto her small frame.
