Kolton's sharp question cut through the tension in the room like a blade. His skeptical gaze bore into Kimi as he challenged her medical knowledge.
The doubt in his voice sparked irritation deep within her chest. Without hesitation, she stepped closer and reached for the buttons of his blood-stained shirt. Her fingers worked with steady determination despite the tremor in her hands.
The sudden movement caught Kolton completely off guard. His body tensed as she began removing the fabric from his shoulders, but his dark eyes never left her face. He studied every micro-expression that crossed her features, searching for something he couldn't name.
When it came time to free his injured arm from the sleeve, Kimi reached for the medical scissors from her kit. The sharp snip of fabric cutting echoed in the quiet room as she carefully removed the material without jostling his wound.
