His voice resonated faintly beside her ear, Lissy's vision was shrouded in darkness, with only a sliver of light penetrating through his fingertips.
"John Fame..."
She instinctively called out his name, feeling somewhat confused.
His injury seemed quite severe.
"Close your eyes, don't look," he said, "you're not to blame, there's no need to feel guilty."
After a pause, John Fame's hand still covered Lissy's eyes.
Lissy blinked, her long, curling lashes sweeping across his palm.
Ticklish.
John Fame looked at her reddened lips and whispered, "Keep your eyes closed, I'm going to move my hand away."
Lissy didn't respond.
John Fame paused for a moment before slowly retracting his hand.
Suddenly, Lissy spoke, "I... I'm not scared."
She looked at John Fame, mentally bracing herself before gazing at the wound on his shoulder.
John had removed his shirt, his bare upper body under the dim room light appearing especially well-toned.
