It's always been like this. No matter how severe the injury she suffered, her face never showed any traces.
Philip Shaw raised his hand, covered his face, and took a gentle breath. An unknown fear crept upon him.
He had been taking from her constantly. Was it because she appeared to still be able to endure, that he demanded so unrestrainedly?
What he wanted... was just one person.
He didn't even ask for someone fully committed, just one person.
Why is it that even this, he couldn't get?
*
The rescue was ongoing.
The bleeding wouldn't stop; they could only continue with the transfusions, even exhausting the hospital's entire blood supply and calling for plasma from nearby cities.
Even the doctor operating on Aldana Candi wasn't sure why she was hemorrhaging so severely. The experienced doctor, drenched in cold sweat, watched as nurses continuously wiped the blood flowing from the woman's nostrils, feeling a bit unsettled.
Unexplained massive internal bleeding.
