Heaven, someone save him! He was about to be so angry he'd cough up blood! How could he get this woman to be a little gentler, a little more affectionate, a little more loving toward him?
Cynthia, however, was not at all pleased by his shout.
"Why shouldn't I laugh? You're fine now, aren't you? Why should I cry and whine?"
The moment the words left her mouth, she realized how bad his expression had become, and that the blood on his back seemed to be seeping out more and more. She hurried to soften her tone, trying to sound concerned.
"Uh... well... are you okay now?"
Albert Wilson gritted his teeth and shot her a look of annoyance.
"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and come over to change my bandages!"
