Philip Shaw glanced down, looking somewhat nonchalant, and untied the bandage wrapped that morning, saying lightly, "The bleeding has stopped."
Angela Summer bit her lip, watching him completely disregard his own body, growing secretly angry. She tore off the innermost layer of the medicated plaster and saw the wound inside had split open, her pupils slightly contracting. She raised her head and said, "When did it split open? Why didn't you tell me?"
Philip Shaw sat on the bed mixing the hemostatic and pain-relief powders prescribed by the hospital, still looking careless, irritatingly casual, "What's there to tell? It's nothing I can't endure."
"What if the wound gets infected?" Angela Summer asked in exasperation, "The internal injury hasn't healed yet, and the external wound keeps reopening. If this continues, you'll end up in the hospital again."
