What is this?

Damon got into his chamber, and so did Belinda. Damon sat on the sofa that was not so far from his bed.

Belinda stood at the door and stared at him as he sat. He raised his head as soon as he was settled, and she hurriedly bowed.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch me bleed to death?” He asked in a hoarse manner.

Belinda hastily shook her head and ran to him. She fell before him and opened the first aid kit that was with her.

She tore a moderate quantity of cotton wool and soaked it with alcohol. She looked at Damon and saw he was beginning to look sick.

He rested his back and threw his head backward. She slowly reached his left arm and when she touched it, it was pretty cold.

Immediately her warm hand came in contact with his, he lowered his head and looked at her.

Belinda swallowed hard and showed him the wool. “I’ll be cleaning it now.”

“Just get it done, will you?” Damon answered within gritted teeth.

Belinda knelt upright and touched his cut with the wool.

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