A few minutes later, Monty sighed and slowly sat beside me dragging a wooden chair with his right hand, carefully resting his backside onto the chair.
"Can I see it?" I asked as his back was still soaking wet with soup
He nodded and turned his back towards me, I couldn't help but notice everyone's worried faces. I slowly peeled off his wet shirt from his back, the liquid was still warm as I could feel it through his skin, half of his upper back was soaked in soup.
"I'm really sorry, sir" the man who was carrying the bowls apologized
"Are you alright? Should we bring you to a doctor? I'm very sorry, sir! It's all my fault I'll pay for your treatment!" asked the customer who caused this dilemma
"It's okay." Monty answered coldly, I could sense a mix of worry and fear in the people's eyes
"Are you sure?" I was worried that it would hurt more if left untreated
"It's okay, I'll just go to a doctor once we get back" he was talking about the infantry physician
