Mina swallowed hard as President Lee gently lifted her leg and began to unwrap the bandage. Unlike his, there were several layers of gauze on her thigh, and he moved slowly to prevent using too much pressure. When the wound was finally revealed, Mina felt tears threaten to spill. The entire area surrounding the stitched injury was a deep shade of purple and spread out in bright pinks and dark reds all the way down to the knee.
President Lee was inspecting the wound as if he were a doctor, and truthfully, it was only because they were in a hospital setting that Mina did not feel uncomfortable under the man's gaze. She had been shot in her upper thigh, extremely close to where the femoral artery was found. Maybe it was because she was squatting down when she was shot, but somehow the bullet missed the artery, but damaged the muscle, which was why she could not move her leg without severe pain.
"I have scheduled your stitches to be reopened."
"Why?" Mina whispered.
