Chapter 916 She Did It
Ava gritted her teeth, pushing past her fear as she twisted the sterilized needle, cleaning out the gunk from the wound.
Every move made Vincent clench his jaw in pain, but he didn't let out a peep.
He had some serious pain tolerance.
Once she was done, Vincent said, "Grab the saline and some gauze. Rinse the wound with the saline first, then wipe it with the gauze."
Ava fumbled with the medical kit, her hands shaking as she popped the cap off the saline bottle.
She carefully poured the saline over the wound, then gently wiped it with the gauze, making sure to get all the leftover debris. Her movements got more precise and gentle.
As the wound got cleaner, Vincent's pain seemed to ease up, and his breathing steadied. His deep eyes locked onto Ava, almost like they were sparkling.
"Is this okay? What do I do next?" Ava asked, not believing she’d made it this far.
Vincent's voice was low, "The red bottle is antibiotic ointment. Put that on the wound."
"Got it." Ava picked up the tube of ointment and carefully applied it to his wound, her fingers barely brushing his skin, scared of hurting him more.
Vincent reassured her, "Don't worry, just put it on."
Ava took a deep breath and applied the ointment, trying to keep her hands steady.
When she was done, Ava let out a sigh of relief.
She couldn't believe she actually did it. Even though she was scared out of her mind, she pulled it off.
Later, Ava grabbed a clean piece of gauze from the kit, unfolded it, and gently covered Vincent's wound, keeping it safe from any dirt and soaking up any blood or other stuff.
She secured the gauze around the wound, making sure it wasn't too tight or too loose, just enough to cover it without squishing it, so it could heal properly.
This part she did on her own.
After finishing up, Ava put down the medical tools.
Vincent gave a faint smile, "You did good, right? So next time, try not to shake so much."
Ava forced a smile, hoping there wouldn't be a next time.
"You could've taken the chance to kill me," Vincent said, glancing at the gun on the bedside table.
He'd been out of it, hallucinating, even mistaking Ava for Christina. If Ava wanted to kill him, it would've been easy; the gun was loaded and ready.
"I'd rather not." Ava stood up from the bed, tucking him in. "Even though your actions were too much, you did save my life. I'll take care of you for the next week, but after that, I hope you won't threaten me anymore. I have a kid to look after, and the kid needs a mom," Ava said.
"You think I'll go soft for you bringing up your kid?" Vincent asked.
"That's not the "go stuff" thing. You promised me you'll let me go after I take care of you for a week, I hope you keep your word," Ava said.
Vincent's pale lips twitched slightly, "Yeah, I promised."
Suddenly, he collapsed onto the bed.
Ava stepped forward and gently nudged his arm, "Vincent?"
He must've passed out from the pain.
Ava turned him over, tucked him in, and left the room.
