Norris Moore heard this and tears fell down again. She held back her tears, nodded, and entered the attic.
Inside the attic, the smell of blood was strong. The taste of disinfectant and hemostatic powder mixed together made it bitter and unbearable.
A medical kit was placed on the ground and a few blood-stained bandages were thrown on the floor, along with Alex Miller's tattered clothes, making it look messy.
Norris held her breath and walked over, seeing Alex's pale face without any trace of color. His face was covered in cold sweat, and a cell phone was resting next to his ear. She took the phone and saw that the last call was from her.
When she thought of how Alex had fainted while still thinking of her, she couldn't help but cry.
Norris stood still for a moment to calm herself before slowly sitting down on the bed and grasping Alex's ice-cold hand on the edge of the bed.
Blood had seeped through the bandage wrapped around his chest, and the color stung her eyes.
