"Boss Rose, we should swing by our safe house first. I'll have someone dress your wounds there."
"No need, just hit the hotel. I've got a first aid kit on me." Rosemary was prepared; she always carried an emergency medical kit whenever she went out.
"Okay, then let me at least stop the bleeding for now." Horace fished through the car and found some gauze, efficiently wrapping it around Rosemary's bleeding arm to stop the flow.
They were often on assignments, so the car was usually stocked with medical supplies. But this time,they were down to nothing but bandages—the medicine had all been used up.
"Just bear with me, we'll have you patched up in no time." After applying several layers of gauze,Horace make sure it was fastened securely. Throughout the process, Rosemary remained silent and
stoic, though her complexion was noticeably pale and weary.
"Boss." Horace couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy seeing her like this—and it was well past 2:00a.m..
