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... a moment, neither of them moved.
"...You’re joking," he said quietly, carefully.
"I’m not." Her gaze stayed on his abdomen, not his face. Cold. Professional. "Hurry up. The slash wound on your thigh is quite deep—if it gets infected, your thigh will have to be amputated."
The silence stretched.
Lucas’s fingers tightened around his knee. This was no longer about embarrassment—it was about exposure. Vulnerability. Nowhere to hide.
"...How far?" he asked. ...
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