"Good thing I took you with me." Connor Lindsay turned his face slightly, chuckling, "My dad said it was for his daughter-in-law's sake, otherwise... you would've seen me rolling out of there today."
"I don't believe it."
"Don't believe me, ask my dad later, that's exactly what he said."
Memoria Campbell switched out a cotton ball, gently cleaning his wound.
"It's bleeding a bit, probably hurts a little, bear with it."
As she spoke, she blew softly on his wound.
Worried about hurting him, Memoria took her time dealing with the wound, then carefully applied a layer of ointment with a cotton swab.
Considering the weather, she didn't wrap his wound; it would hinder recovery. She simply covered it with a thin layer of gauze to prevent bacterial infection.
After clearing away the bloody cotton and random items from the floor, Memoria took the trash outside, returned to pour him a glass of water, and handed over an anti-inflammatory medicine.
