This feeling of being so close yet unable to touch made him feel powerless like never before...
Finally, he stood in front of her. Bryan White looked down at the woman on the sofa. Her complexion wasn't as pale as it was at noon, but it still showed no sign of color. The loose pink patient gown made her look even more delicate and frail.
A sharp pain struck the man's chest, and he frowned, his gaze falling on her left foot. The wound on the sole was quite apparent; though it wasn't bleeding anymore, the red cut slightly turned outward, making it particularly noticeable against the white skin around it.
Bryan White looked on in shock, then slowly crouched down and lifted the woman's left foot. He examined it closely, confirming it was cut by something sharp and that the wound was not infected, finally breathing a slight sigh of relief.
