"Be careful."
Iris Harris didn't respond. She pushed away Brandan Hyde's hand and walked towards the bathroom with her head down.
Brandan watched her back, lightly pressing his lips together. As he withdrew his gaze, the sight of crimson on the back of his hand made him pause in surprise.
Blood?
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In the bathroom, Iris Harris covered her nose, but droplets of bright red blood kept seeping through her fingers.
She turned on the faucet, continuously rinsing her fingers. Large drops of blood dripped from her nasal passage, then diluted into a pale pink by the water stream.
The illness had worsened overnight.
Perhaps due to the weakened state from her injury, her coagulation disorder had become more pronounced.
She felt a little dizzy; she had lost too much blood yesterday and today. She wasn't sure if it was mild concussion or blood loss, but her entire body felt weak.
