Paige Summers gazed with a complicated expression at the unconscious Sheldon Reid, who was slumped against the stone wall. For a moment, she was tempted to just walk away and leave him there.
'If it weren't for this guy, would I be in this mess?!'
But on second thought, she sighed and slowly walked over.
She took medicine from her space and forced it into his mouth, then applied some ointment to the gunshot wounds on both his arms. Besides the gunshots, his body was covered in many other scrapes and bruises. His clothes were torn in several places, a clear sign that he had tumbled down from above. It wasn't clear if he had jumped or been pushed. In any case, the other injuries weren't life-threatening, so Paige Summers ignored them.
She was saving him because their conflict hadn't reached a life-or-death stage.
Besides, he was needed to clean up the mess up top!
