Disregarding Melina's sudden silence, Elara removed the ruined shirt to reveal her bandaged torso. The white gauze was already showing an ever-growing red stain, bleeding through slowly.
"That's where you were shot."
"It barely grazed my skin," Elara answered dryly.
She laid down on the bed and finally looked up at Melina, who had begun to approach her, swearing under her breath at Elara's blatant lack of self-care.
"Judging by how you look, you should be hospitalized immediately."
"This is just a gunshot."
"Exactly. Getting shot can get you killed!"
Melina knew proper hospitalization on this remote island wasn't an option. They would have to return to the city, but doing so right now would put their operation at a total loss. Still, she couldn't control her protective worry over her bastard of a sister.
And yet, Elara remained entirely unbothered by her bleeding wound, merely leaning back against the head cushion.
"You're completely fucked up," Melina muttered softly.
