It had been a long time since someone cared about Jackson like this, so long that it often felt like he was all alone in the world.
He had a big luxurious apartment, filled with expensive furniture, but it felt empty and cold. Today was the first time it actually felt like a home.
Why did this woman make him feel this way?
"Are you OK?" Halia asked gently.
Her voice was so soothing.
"I'm fine," Jackson replied.
Halia removed the rest of his sleeve and put the shirt aside. She then opened up a sterilization kit and put on some gloves.
"I'm going to clean your wounds a little. It's going to sting, but we need to make sure they don't get infected. After that, I'm going to stitch them up for you, I see you've already got the necessary tools in here, you must have done it before," she said as she scanned her eyes across the man in front of her. The apartment was dimly lit, so only now did she realize how many scars he had on his body.
Jackson nodded.
