Seth Quinn watched his mother shed tears, feeling a bit helpless. He gestured with his eyes toward his injury. "The wound is on my back. It didn't hit anything vital. I'm fine. It'll heal in no time."
Sienna Hale's hands trembled as she pulled his clothes aside to look at the wound. Seeing that it was no longer bleeding, she finally let out a small sigh of relief.
"You make it sound so simple. 'Heal in no time?' This is a gunshot wound, you know. How could it possibly heal that easily?"
"Well, well, Mom. You even know it's a gunshot wound? Your sources are pretty good," Miles Quinn said, seeing that his older brother was out of danger. He felt relieved enough to joke around, raising an eyebrow at Sienna Hale with a half-smile.
Sienna Hale shot her younger son an annoyed glare and retorted angrily, "If my sources weren't so good, does that mean you weren't planning on telling us about this at all?"
