Junia Simpson received a call and quickly arrived; by then, the two had been moved to a room.
Junia pushed open the door, strode towards Mason Nightshade, unbuttoned his shirt, took out his portable medical supplies, crouched down, and reached out to try to open Mason's shirt.
Mason leaned back, his face stern and tense, lips pale, it was unclear whether due to his condition or anger.
"No need, we'll talk back home. Have they been notified?" Mason asked.
Junia realized belatedly, gave Aurelia a meaningful look, and said, "I've notified them."
"Let's head back first and..." Mason tried to stand, but suddenly a shadow loomed over him. Aurelia placed her hands on either side of the sofa, her eyes fixed unwaveringly on Mason, her fingers tightening around the armrest, veins popping on the back of her hand, slightly trembling.
"Aurelia..."
"Take off your clothes." Aurelia said word by word.
