Chapter 915 Hallucinations Appear
Ava was losing it, her eyes wide with worry.
"Spit it out already," she snapped, her voice all jittery.
Staring at the medicine chest crammed with drugs and tools, she was freaked out, but the urgency made her suck it up and dive in.
Vincent, shaking a bit, muttered, "You scared?"
Ava nodded, her heart pounding like crazy. "Yeah, but I'll do it. Just tell me what to do."
Vincent, barely audible, said, "Grab the iodine and some cotton balls. Soak the cotton ball with iodine and wipe around the wound."
Ava's shaky hands unscrewed the iodine bottle cap, trying to follow his instructions.
The iodine smell hit her hard, making her dizzy, but she snapped out of it and focused.
She soaked the cotton ball and carefully wiped around the wound, her hands trembling, scared she'd mess up and make things worse.
Vincent's groans filled the room, the iodine burning like hell on the wound.
Ava's heart ached, but she kept going, making sure to clean the area thoroughly.
"Is this okay? What's next?" she asked, her voice shaky.
Vincent replied weakly, "Get a sterilized needle and some sterile saline from the left side of the chest."
Ava grabbed the needle, the sight of it reminding her of pulling the bullet out of Vincent, making her whole body shiver.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
"Stick the needle tip in the saline to sterilize it," Vincent instructed.
Ava bit her lip and carefully dipped the needle in the saline, making sure it was clean.
"Now what?" she asked quickly.
Vincent's voice was faint, "Slowly push the needle into the wound. Keep it steady."
Ava's heart was racing. She swallowed hard, trying to steady her hands as she inserted the needle into Vincent's wound.
Her face went pale, sweat dripping down her forehead.
She felt Vincent flinch and asked nervously, "You okay?"
Vincent gritted his teeth and nodded, signaling her to keep going.
"Twist the needle gently to clean out the gunk inside," he guided her, his voice strained.
Ava's fingers trembled as she rotated the needle, her heart pounding, eyes filled with anxiety.
Every tiny move made her so nervous she could barely breathe, scared she'd hurt him more.
Blood kept oozing out, and the debris was getting cleared from the wound.
Vincent's face was twisted in pain. As he stared at Ava, his gaze seemed to blur, reflecting the image of another woman in his eyes.
"Christina," he murmured, lost in his memories.
Ava noticed Vincent's face looked off, like he was hallucinating.
She didn't correct him but asked, "Am I doing this right?"
Her voice snapped him back to reality, and he said, "Yeah, you can press harder and be more confident."
