"Didn't you hear me? I said, don't touch him!" Held in her father's arms, Curly yelled at the man grabbing Connie.
However, at the base, everyone only obeyed Adrian Desmond's orders.
So, the poor man, being berated by the young miss, looked at Adrian Desmond with a troubled expression, waiting for him to issue another command.
Sienna Johnson looked at Connie, the sickening crack of breaking bone she'd heard earlier echoing in her mind. Curly had been bitten, and in her panic, Sienna had forgotten Connie might also be injured.
"Connie, let me see your arm."
"No, I'm... I'm fine..." Connie refused to let Sienna Johnson touch him. Seeing the blood at the corner of his mouth, her heart ached. "I'm a doctor. Be good and let me see."
Curly stopped crying, struggled out of her father's arms, and came to Connie's side. Seeing Connie's condition, she felt too guilty to look at him.
"Your arm is broken," Sienna Johnson diagnosed softly after examining him.
