The room, adorned with luxurious paintings and plush furniture, held an air of quiet tension. Sten, seated on a chair, wore an expression of exasperation as he held the handkerchief against his nose.
Liliana sat nearby looking solemn, her shoulders slumped, and her gaze fixed blankly on the ground.
Sten, observing her, raised his brow. "What is she thinking now?" he asked himself.
The doctor, a composed figure with a medical box in hand, approached Sten. With swift movements, he retrieved two small rolled cloth balls and held them out to Sten. "You should use these to plug your nose. It will help control the bleeding," the doctor advised, his tone professional.
Sten eyed the cloth and then glanced back at the doctor, his brows furrowing. "Are you fooling with me?" he asked, a note of incredulity in his voice.
"The Ásján doctors said plugging the nose is not recommended," he thought.
