Chapitre 35: Miss, could you step out of the room a bit?

Ethan carried her to the bunker bed at the side, laying her down, he raised her closed, ''Is there any other place you're injured?'' he asked, concern lacing his tone.

Eva hesitated. ''Maybe my waist,'' she murmured, recalling the sharp pain when her body slammed into the sink.

His grip on the bed tightened at her words. Julian's head was lowered, his expression hidden though the spoon in his hand bent awkwardly.

As Ethan's cold hands pressed against her skin, she shivered. A soft sigh escaped her lips as the soothing chill eased her pain. Her tense muscles relaxed, and sleep tugged at her heavy eyelids.

It was like a self-serving ice pack. She blinked to suppress her sleep. 'Sooo comfortable (˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈). Let me close my eyes a bit. Yawn...' she thought to herself, her eyes closing slowly; as soon as her eyes closed fully, she drifted into sleep.