197 He Whose Interest Was Piqued 2 (1/2)
As Simonne's sister, aside from being inside a police car most of the time chasing after fleeing criminals, or at the crime scene piecing out clues and solving mysteries, Wendy also had her fair share of experiences and dealings with the wounded, tending to the casualties and injured people. His brother had her learn some first aid treatment too, which included how to treat and pull out bullets from shallow and/or hideous wounds.
She never knew the training would be of good use today when he saw that the man was actually shot in the right shoulder and had a fairly deep gash on the stomach region.
Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
But it was not really due to the blood excessively flowing out of the man's wounds.
She got it on the way to where she currently stays!
The man was so damn heavy!
The heck! How did that happen when this bloke looked so slender in his black overalls? Looks could really be deceiving! Damn!
God knows how many times she gritted her teeth just to drag this bag of weights back to her dorm.
See, she still had traces of perspiration all over her face and back even though a long time had passed since then, and she had already checked back on Steffy, fed her, and returned to her own room.
”Thankfully my roommates are not around. I'm really hella thankful that they're back to their hometowns. Or else, I don't know how I'll bullshit my way into making them believe that we should let this troublesome man stay here. Argh, I don't even want to imagine it. I'm sure my brain will come up with something ridiculous, if not laughable!”
Wendy wiped away the sweats on her forehead using her left arm, the other held the scissors she used to cut the pieces of clothing wrapped up around the man's midsection.
She actually didn't remove the bullet.
Why would she do that kind of moronic thing anyway? People should not always believe what the TV was sometimes showing to everyone, no matter how cool or reasonable it looked like. When it comes to a bullet being pulled out by any whoever...
Just remember that it was simply dangerous for random individuals with no whatsoever corresponding medical license and experience to do that!
Wendy was simply one of the unlicensed individuals.
Who knows when her hand would shake and the plier or whatever tools nearby and convenient she would then be holding would sever a major artery the bullet had inconveniently missed? Her part-time job was to help catch criminals and send them to jail. It was not to ever send herself in there too. Never in her wildest and stupidest dream did she ever see herself joining their ranks. No thanks.
So in reality, the only thing she learned from the training which she perfectly demonstrated through today's incident was to not blindly pull out a bullet from the wound but to instead control or stop the bleeding.
”He won't be dying soon anymore, right?” She tossed the scissors to who knows where, wiped her hands after, and then sat on her own bed.
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As she stared at the man lying on her extra blanket spread on the floor and took notice of the red scattered here and then, she couldn't help the grimace in her face. A couple of seconds later, she was already half-lying on her bed.
With her fist pounding on the fluffy baby-blue mattress, Wendy heavily berated herself, ”Damn, Wendy, of course, he won't be dying anytime soon. You saved him for effin' muffin's sake! Gosh. I'm so unbelievable for bringing trouble home. Aaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Curse whatever conscience! Idiot! Idiot! A genius idiot!!!!”
The crazy girl did this for so many times that the lips of the man lying 'unconscious' below twitched. One eye of that person open and gawked at her, but she was just too preoccupied with her random thoughts and screaming to notice his little movements. Right, the wounded fellow had never been unconscious. He merely pretended to have passed out for his own convenience.
When the girl turned at him furiously with a pillow in hand, his eyes turned tightly shut again, his breathing even controlled.
Wendy got off the bed and stood before the man, her eyes suspiciously peering down to him. Now that the blood covering his face was gone, she began glaring at him angrily due to realizing how good-looking he really was. The paleness of his skin even evoked additional charm and appeal on top of the already beautiful features. Damn. Everyone, and not only her, would be compelled to swear towards the heavens for unfairly giving this man an ultra delicate appearance rivaling even the most beautiful girls on earth, right?
She sat down and maliciously said to the man,
”Hey, Mr. Sleeping Trouble, I don't know your name so I will just call you that. I just want to ask... Aren't you so impossibly beautiful? Heh, I wonder what bunch of crazies this pretty face of yours provoked for you to end up with bullet shots and unsightly wounds all over your body. Heh, you must have grabbed the attention of a mafia boss and got retaliated as a result when you refused to stumble in bed with him, no? Or maybe it's a love triangle where one side became bitter because you chose and stumbled in bed with the other? Hey, wake up and answer me. This goddess, me, is verrrrryyyyyy curious!”
Chills ran down the spine of the 'sleeping' patient.