I was originally only pretending, but even she felt terribly wronged. The moment I finished speaking, I burst into tears as if releasing all the fear and grievance I had bottled up.
"I just went out for a short while to buy a birthday gift, and yet everything turned upside down the moment I left! President Anderson doubted me, bullied me, I was really terrified…"
I grabbed the front of Captian's shirt and cried, smearing tears and snot on it. Captian blinked but did not push me away.
"President Anderson, if you still doubt me, then kill me instead. It's better than letting me live in fear every day. I can't take this anymore… it's better to die now. I already stabbed you, of course you won't forgive me just kill me and get it over with!"
I sobbed so hard I couldn't breathe.
Captian frowned. Kill her? How could he kill her? When she stabbed him, he was furious, yes, but he had never once thought about killing her. He only wanted to frighten her so she wouldn't dare do something so outrageous again.
But now, seeing the small girl crying like this, his heart unexpectedly ached. It was absurd.
"This gift… I bought it for President Anderson. I hope you will accept it. It's also the last gift I'll ever give you."
I shoved the devil-shaped plush toy into his arms decisively, as if making a clean break.
Captian stared at me silently, his voice icy.
"Who said I wanted to kill you? Shut up. Stop crying."
I jolted, quickly wiping my tears and snot, but I still couldn't hold back the small trembling sobs. The quiet, pitiful whimpers somehow made the ache in Captian's chest deepen.
He exhaled sharply, wrapped an arm around my waist, and pulled me up.
I had been sitting on the floor for so long that my legs were numb. The sudden pull made them give out, and I fell straight into Captian's chest.
Standing this close, the smell of fresh blood was even stronger. I could feel the damp warmth soaking through his shirt. Shocked, I trembled he still hadn't treated the wound. Didn't he feel pain?
Captian still held my waist. At this distance, the soft fragrance from my hair brushed against him, the natural scent of a young woman, stirring something restless inside him. My body was soft; even the slightest movement could soften someone's heart.
He pressed his lips together, lowering his gaze as if thinking about something.
Seeing that he still wasn't showing murderous intent and that he even said he wouldn't kill me did that mean… I had a chance to see tomorrow?
But I wasn't reassured yet. I needed a clear answer.
Captian tightened his grip around my waist and lifted me effortlessly onto the bed. We sat close together, breath mingling, unintentionally creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
My breathing grew tense. Was he going to do something to me again? But his back was still bleeding…
Captian stared at my stunned face. His thin lips parted.
"Didn't you say you treat and save people? Then why are you frozen? Stop staring, stop the bleeding and bandage me."
"Huh?" I blinked blankly, unable to process his words.
The storm had passed. He was calm again. And he wanted me… to bandage him?
I blinked a few times. My dim eyes suddenly brightened with life. Under the warm light, my skin looked smooth and pale like jade; my eyes sparkled, and my smile returned with vibrant life. Especially the small beauty mark beneath my eye, it dazzled clearly.
"President Anderson, wait here. I'll go get my medical supplies from my room!"
I ran off, ponytail swaying behind me. Captian's chest warmed as he watched me.
He watched my back intently, and suddenly his gaze darkened mixed with a hint of possessiveness.
I returned with a small medical kit. Captian sat at the edge of the bed, watching me with burning eyes.
Survival filled my heart with joy. Even his intense stare suddenly felt… adorable. Because it meant I had found a way to live:
Just keep him calm. Follow his mood. Be soft. Be sweet.
I opened my kit, taking out sterile gauze, disinfectant solution, and a vial of finely milled hemostatic powder my grandfather had specially formulated.
"President Anderson, could you turn around? I need to see the wound to treat it."
My voice was soft and sweet as it drifted into his ears.
He glanced at me and silently turned his back.
I took a pair of small scissors and cut away the fabric stuck to the wound. With a soft rip, the injury came into view.
It was deep. Wide. Blood still flowed steadily.
My lips trembled; my face paled. I had stabbed him too deeply. If the angle had been slightly off… it might have been fatal.
"President Anderson, to stop the bleeding, I need to perform a modern hemostatic procedure. You'll need to… remove your shirt."
As I said it, my face burned.
Captian turned his head slightly, eyes dark and intense.
"You stabbed me."
Meaning: I'm injured. I can't take it off. The one who stabbed should be the one to do it.
I sighed internally. He held the power over my life. I had narrowly escaped death just now, I had to be obedient.
I reached out and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.
When the last button came undone, his well-proportioned torso appeared before my eyes. Though his skin was pale, his build was strong,everything perfectly shaped.
I couldn't help glancing a few more times. My face flushed crimson.
Captian's throat bobbed slightly as he watched me.
"President Anderson, could you lie down? I need to start treating the wound."
I disinfected and cleaned the area first, then urged him to lie down to prevent further blood loss.
He didn't seem to care about the pain. He had suffered far worse before. But he still lowered himself obediently onto the bed.
I lifted a sterile applicator and began applying the hemostatic agent and disinfectant with practiced precision, quick, clean, efficient, far more skilled than even many professional practitioners.