Upon hearing him, Rhys Ryston, ignoring their rather compromising position, immediately asked in a panic, "Where does it hurt? Where are you injured? Let me see."
Seeing a trace of anxiety and worry on her normally unflappable face, River Sterling felt a surge of pleasure. But his happiness was short-lived. When he saw her get off him to check his injuries, he was suddenly mortified.
"N-no, no, I'm fine, I'm fine..." He used his hands to block Rhys Ryston, trying to keep her from looking.
"Brother Sterling, if you're hurt, don't try to hide it. This is no laughing matter," Clara Grant said with a serious expression, seeing his refusal to let them look.
Seth Quinn asked again, "River, where exactly are you hurt? Come on, tell us. Don't make us worry."
Seeing the three of them staring at him so intently, River Sterling bit his lip. With the bashful air of a coy maiden, he pointed to his rear. "In... in my butt. I think some glass fragments got in..."
