After washing him clean, the scent of soap replaced the stench.
I wrapped a soft towel around him and carried him back to the bed with the fresh sheets. I dried him off, carefully applied lotion, and dressed him in clean clothes that were still warm from the sun.
Yurin looked refreshed. But his eyes remained just as hollow and vacant.
"All done," I smiled at him.
But suddenly, my entire world blacked out. The pain in my abdomen surged violently. My legs gave out.
I collapsed onto the floor beside the bed, gasping heavily for air. "Hah... Hah..."
Heavy sweat soaked my shirt. My face drained of all color. Blood aggressively seeped through the bandages, blooming across the fabric.
I tried to push myself up. I couldn't.
Yurin, sitting with his knees pulled to his chest on the bed, slowly turned his head to look at me. His vacant gaze drifted downward, locking onto the bleeding wound on my stomach.
