Clark's patience was commendable. Thank heavens his wounds were not too deep. Those thugs weren't out to kill him.
"What's on your mind?" Clark couldn't help but ask.
"Those guys were likely trying to bring us back alive, hence the non-fatal wounds," Rosemary concluded, then added, "If it hurts, let me know."
"No way," Clark started, but as the medicinal powder hit his wounds, he clenched his teeth against the pain.
Even though Rosemary tried to be as gentle as possible, the stinging pain from the medicine was enough to break him out in a cold sweat.
It was excruciating.
Rosemary, seeing his face, had to stifle a laugh. "Just let it out. I won't laugh."
"It doesn't hurt at all," Clark managed to say, and his face contorted in pain.
"We'll be in the Triangular Zone soon. Follow my lead when we get there," Rosemary smiled, continuing her treatment. "It's a bit chaotic; don't go wandering off on your own."
Clark was speechless.
