Chapter 35

Victors

“I’m sorry,” the young nurse withdraws her hands one more time when I wince, and I fight the urge to growl at her. “Just continue, seriously, no matter how many times it looks like it hurts,” I tell her. “As long as I don’t tell you to stop, don’t stop.”

She’s such a sensitive creature, just like my dear Savannah. It takes every string of muscle in my body to keep me on the chair as the nurse dresses my wounds. I fight the desire to run after her father’s car all the way to their house to make sure she’s OK. That’s really the most important thing for me, nothing else.

She begins dabbing the area again, and I see the searing pain come back, but I take the pain better this time just so that she doesn’t react out of guilt anymore. I would have been slapping her hands every which way just so that she gets the cleaning right, but Savannah has done good in me. Let the young girl do what she can.

I didn’t anticipate how well a punch her father could p