Gwen's body protested even more as she was forced back down onto the bed. Her muscles screamed in pain, but she still stubbornly resisted.
"I don't need your help," she grumbled through clenched teeth. "I can handle this myself. I'm not a weakling."
Though, as much as she protested, her body was silently betraying her, exhaustion and pain taking its toll.
Thorndyke closed his eyes, releasing a deep sigh.
Then all of a sudden, his face moved unbelievably closer to Gwen's. His hand was still firmly placed on Gwen's shoulder as he spoke in a low voice, "Just let me help you, Little Venom. I'm not going to do anything. I just want to make sure you get better. Now, stop being so damn stubborn, and let me apply this ointment."
