But she refused.
In the end, John Fame didn't want to raise his voice at her, so he had to compromise.
At his gesture, the nurse reluctantly began to remove the bandages.
As the layers of gauze were unwrapped, Lissy Lock's heart nearly jumped out of her throat.
When the wound was entirely exposed to the air, Lissy Lock had to cover her mouth, for fear she might cry out in shock.
John Fame's palm was a startling sight, blood and medicine mixed together in a gruesome spectacle.
The area around his wound was dark with medicine, contrasting sharply with his original skin color.
Lissy Lock didn't dare to let him turn his hand to see the back.
John Fame sighed, "If you're going to cry, I'll have to change the dressings without you from now on."
Lissy Lock bit her lower lip, and looked at him, hurt.
"I... I didn't cry. I just felt uncomfortable looking."
"It will get better quickly, within a month."
Lissy Lock didn't seem convinced, "Really?"
"Mm-hmm."
