Having smeared the ointment all over her hands, Becca Reyes frowned and pressed the plaster onto Flossie's back, grumbling, "Then you give me a shout."
Intense pain shot through her back, causing Flossie's brows to furrow tightly.
"Be gentle."
From the side, a cold voice rang out, laced with a hint of warning.
Belinda Nichols stood by her side without anyone realizing when she had arrived.
"You do it," after a moment's thought, Becca handed the ointment to her and stood up, "I'm afraid I might kill her."
Damn it.
Just looking at it was uncomfortable.
Since enlisting, everyone had sustained injuries, big and small. As long as you were training, injuries were inevitable.
Combat training had a high risk factor to begin with, everyone was extremely cautious, and indeed there had been injuries, such as broken hands and legs...
But those were accidents!
Flossie didn't suffer any broken hands or legs, no bones were broken, only some horrific bruises appeared.
