“LinChu-Qing初晴.Openyourhand.”Hisvoidedrightbyherear—low,steady,andimpossibletorefuse.
Eyesstillshut,Crashookherheadstubbornly.Herleftfistchedeventighter,herknuckleswhiteningfromtheforce.
Eliandidn’twasteanotherword.
Hishand—stillwarmfromthechase—closedoverCra’sleftfist,whichwastremblingslightlyfromfearandfever,coldandstiffinhispalm.
Themovelookeddomineering,buthisstrengthwastrolledwithfrighteningprecision.Hedidn’thurther—hejustlefthernowayout.Histhumbforceditswaybetweenherfingers,andstartingfromheroverstrained,paleindexfinger,hepriedthemopenonebyohlessandpatientatthesametime.
“Rex.I’vegotyou.”
EvenafterhespreadallfivefiandpcedherhandonthecushionbesidetheIVstand,hedidgo.Histhumbpinnedherpalmdown.Hisotherferslockedoverthebackofherhand,usiaofhisownhandtoforciblysuppressherinstincttocurlupandfleeagain.
Seeingthat,thenursemovedfast—touron,alcoholswabsweepihepalelineofCra’sveininquick,practicedstrokes.
“Okay,I’mgoingtopokenow.Deepbreath—”
“Mm…!”
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