"Why were you rushing around? I've told you before, don't run, especially near the stairs."
Seeing the two of them talking, Maxwell Peary prepared to disinfect Nia Mitchell's wounds, while Frederick Goldsmith turned and left to give them some space.
"I understand, I won't run around next time."
Nia Mitchell immediately nodded, looking very serious.
Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary reluctantly started to disinfect her wounds.
"Ouch!"
As he touched the injury, a sharp pain spread through her nerves, causing Nia Mitchell to instinctively want to retract her leg.
But Maxwell Peary wouldn't let her pull back.
With his free left hand, he gently applied force, keeping her leg held firmly.
"Don't move."
Maxwell Peary was completely unaffected by her actions, focusing intently on disinfecting her wound.
Nia Mitchell clenched her teeth, eventually feeling the pain subside, as Maxwell Peary handled her gently.
