Chapter 12

When Avery realized what Eason was about to do, she was taken aback. "Mr. Lavigne, you…"

Eason reached over and pulled her toward him, perhaps because he thought she was being too slow. He didn't realize that his fingers were pressing against the back of Avery's hand.

Avery hissed aloud when the pain spread across her hand. She gasped in pain as her face scrunched up on instinct.

Eason immediately released her hand and grabbed her wrist instead. He then flipped her hand over and noticed that the entire back of Avery's hand was a bright red color. There were even blisters forming on her skin.

Eason frowned. "How did it turn out like this?"

He dipped a Q-tip in the ointment and started applying it to her hand. Avery shivered when the tip nudged against her blister.

Eason stopped. "We'll have to pierce the blisters."

Avery's eyes turned red as soon as he suggested it.

Meanwhile, Eason found a needle in the first-aid kit. "It's going to hurt. Bear with it for a while."

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