Hannah had been to the Imperial Pce before.


    She took charge, driving them there and securing a room.


    Hannah left Charlie alone as soon as she entered the room, rummaging for bandages and a first-aid kit.


    “You don’t have to…”


    Charlie, looking ghostly pale, leaned against the couch, blood still seeping from his wounds.


    “The bleeding can’t be stopped… Don’t waste…”


    Before he could finish, Hannah reappeared in the Living room with a first-aid kit.


    “Take off your clothes,” she ordered firmly.


    Charlie couldn’t believe his ears, staring at her in disbelief.


    “What…


    What did you say?”


    “Tsk.


    Do I have to say it again?” Hannah grumbled, tearing apart the cor of Charlie’s dress, exposing the injured skin.Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    The bloodstains on his dress had turned sticky, and as the cor was torn, Charlie winced in pain.


    “Is this… Is this your payback?”


    “What? I’m not that petty.


    ”


    Hannah opened the first-aid kit and carefully sterilized his skin.


    “I’m afraid you’ll die from losing too much blood.


    I can’t deal with your corpse.


    ”


    After tending to his wounds, Hannah frowned at his chest.


    “The wound is too deep.


    It needs to be stitched.


    I don’t have any anesthetic here.


    Endure the pain.


    ”


    Hannah said it like it was nothing.


    If Charlie had the strength, he would have jumpe


    d up and left.


    “No! Wait… You don’t have to do that.


    I… I can tough it out without stitches…”


    Charlie protested, but as he spoke, he caught sight of Hannah raising a needle.


    The next thing he knew, he cked out.


    Hannah, ready to sterilize the needle, blinked helplessly at the unconscious Charlie.


    Charlie felt sharp pain all over his body after waking up.


    It felt like his chest was going to explode from the immense and searing pain.


    When he opened his eyes in a haze, he subconsciously said, “Water…”


    A bottle of water with the lid already off appeared before him.


    He was gently helped to sit up, feeling a bit more at ease.


    Charlie’s sole focus was on the water.


    He snatched the bottle and guzzled it down, realizing he had survived as the cold water flowed down his throat.


    The cold soothing liquid made him feel a little bit better.


    He grasped for breath, and he surveyed his surroundings.


    Then, he nearly tossed away the water bottle with what he saw.


    “Jesus! Why the hell are you all here?”