"SHIT—" I lunged forward, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away from the heat. "Put your fingers in my mouth," I ordered, my voice sharp with urgency. "Are you a fool, Sister Yuko? Why the hell are you just holding a hot bowl like that?"
Yuko blinked, her dazed expression clearing as she realized her fingers were pressed against my lips. "W-What... what are you doing?!" she stammered, trying to yank her hand back, but I held firm, my grip unyielding.
I pulled her fingers from my mouth and immediately saw the damage—her skin was an angry, burning red, already blistering. My jaw tightened. "Look," I said, my voice rough with frustration as I grabbed her wrist again, dragging her toward the sink. "It's burned. Come here."
I shoved her hand under the running water, the cold stream hissing against her injured fingers. Yuko tried to pull away, her pride flaring. "Jack, let go! I can do it myself!"
