He could easily face the bullets and gunfire of the enemy, but when facing a woman's dress, he felt utterly inadequate.
Weighed down for at least two minutes, Hank Clegg finally came up with a solution.
He quickly grabbed the medical scissors nearby, seized a corner of the skirt, snipped it a few times, and eventually dealt with the "obstacle" it presented.
Victoria's battered body was immediately in front of his eyes.
Hank Clegg held his breath for a moment, feeling as though his blood halted its flow for a second.
Trying hard to ignore his tensed hands, he unscrewed the cap of the disinfectant, pulled out a cotton swab, soaked it, and started to clean Victoria's wounds.
As the cotton swab touched her wounds, Victoria, who was in a deep sleep, shivered slightly.
Hank Clegg tried to be as gentle as possible to avoid hurting her.
The bloody wounds, like red thorns, were strewn over her body.
