Avery reentered the bedroom with a first aid kit in her hand.
She knelt down by Elliot's legs and began to undress his wounds.
His injuries were more severe than she had imagined.
A large piece of skin was missing from his leg, revealing the bloody red flesh underneath...
He must have been in agony!
Elliot barely twitched while Avery treated and dressed his wounds.
He noticed that her breathing had turned heavy. 2
"It looks worse than it is. It doesn't hurt," he said, his voice piercing through the silence.
He wanted to make her feel better, but she did not want his false consolation.
Avery poked his wound with her finger, causing Elliot to inhale sharply.
"Tell me again how much it doesn't hurt," she said as she glared at him with reddened eyes.
Elliot placed his arms behind him, then narrowed his eyes and said, "It doesn't hurt."
He was betting on her not poking at his wound again.
Her heart would ache at his pain.
"Go to bed! You have to be on bed rest for at least another week. Don't go running around!" Avery snapped, then turned and entered the bathroom.
Elliot leaned against the bed's headboard and picked up his phone from the nightstand.
He made a call, then asked, "What did you find out?"
The bullet had found its mark, but it had not punctured any major organs. It was not a lethal shot.
The culprit was being interrogated at that very moment.
"He's stubborn and won't say a thing. We're going to have to use some more drastic measures to get him to talk. We'll get what we're looking for before dawn," reported the man on the other end of the line.
"Don't let him die before he talks!"
Elliot wanted to know exactly who was the one who went through such lowly means to try to take his life. 1
The car crash half a year ago had put him in a vegetative state.
He refused to let the same thing happen again.
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