A Farewell After Being Reborn

Chapter 13

“Where are you going? Treat these wounds for me!” Ian said.

“Sorry, but I’m not a doctor, nor am I obligated to do anything for you,” Sage said coldly.

Ian’s irritation grew. Hadn’t she been worried about him earlier? How could she change her mind in the next second? She was so fickle–minded!

“You’re not obligated to do anything for me? Think about who I took these injuries for!”

Sage wanted to say that he wouldn’t have gotten injured if he hadn’t raced Shane like that, but Ian looked like he wanted to settle the score with her. She genuinely wasn’t in the mood to argue with him.

She would just give in and treat his wounds. It wouldn’t take long. Wanda had already brought the first–aid kit over. Sage took out the Q–tips and rubbing alcohol with a frown.

“I’ll go attend to my chores now, Mr. and Mrs. Holcomb. Call me if anything,” said Wanda. She left.

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Sage started tending Ian’s wounds. They weren’t serious, but some of them were flesh–deep. He’d also bled quite a lot. Ian winced silently–the alcohol stung as it was applied to the wounds.

Sage softened her touch. “There we go.”

She started putting away the things when she was done applying the iodine. Ian wasn’t too happy with how perfunctory she’d been, though. He said, ” You forgot about my forehead.”

Sage would freak out over him having a chipped nail. Yet

forehead. Indeed, there was a

it had been formed when a glass shard had flown at him. It was already starting to scab. She didn’t say anything as she

it

her to tend to his wounds. She was very close to him and bent

Ian’s nostrils.

a little stuffy. He undid the buttons

Sage held his head still. The sensation of her soft hand

face. Her skin was bright and glowing. He could see the thin

had the odd urge to bite her. He moved as his heart told him to and reached up to loop

her head away.

could feel the softness and suppleness of her skin. Her unique

straightened up and glared

coldly, “You’re supposed to be tending to my

angry that she flung the Q–tip

some reason, he couldn’t stop himself from recalling how it had felt to hold her slender waist when stopping

fingers together, suddenly feeling thirsty. He went to the

a glass of ice water,

returned to her room and flopped onto the bed. She felt defeated and angry at herself. She’d already decided not to love Ian,