Chapter 39 The Healing Touch
Theresa moved with hesitation, almost as if she were unsure of herself, in a way that could have been seen
as humorous.
Kyle, noticing what she was holding, paused and said, “Ms. Hall-No, Theresa-are you nning to—”
Her voice was sharp as she cut him off. “I’m here to apply your medicine. Hurry!”
In that instant, Kyle realized his misunderstanding. His face turned a deep shade of red again, and he quickly began to remove his outer jacket, moving much faster now.
Within moments, the jacket was off, but just as he was about to continue, she pushed him back down with a no-nonsense expression and immediately started tending to his wounds.
Having just survived a brutal assault and narrowly escaping the zombie horde, all of them were injured in
some way.
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Throughout the process, Kyle said nothing. Even as Theresa removed the shirt that clung to his wounds, revealing the damage beneath, he remained silent.
The pain was unbearable-the skin, muscle, and nerves were all torn-but he didn’t utter a word, enduring it silently and clenching his teeth instead.
However, as Theresa finished cleaning the wounds and applied a fineyer of pain relief gel, a surprising coolness spread through him before the pain began to fade away.
He stared at the item, astonished. With just a small amount, the agony had vanished. Almost instantly, aforting warmth began to seep into the wounds, easing his nerves.
By the time Theresa had finished bandaging him, it felt as if his injuries were already healing.
Kyle looked at her, amazed by the effect.
“Stop staring at me,” she said, tossing him a freshbat uniform. “Get a towel from the bathroom and clean up-just avoid the wounds. Then, change into these.”
Kyle took the towel and new clothes, but he wasn’t sure what to feel. After a moment, he looked up and said, “Thank you, Theresa.”
“Go on.” She gestured for him to head to the bathroom.
After a while, Kyle returned, now dressed in fresh clothes. He found Theresa already in the kitchen, preparing food. He also noticed the pain relief gel sitting half-used on the table.
After a brief pause, he asked, “Theresa, could I have the rest of that medicine?”
Turning her head, she casually nodded. “Take it.”
Grateful, Kyle checked on his former team leader in one of the rooms. Seeing that his condition was stable, he picked up the bottle and made his way outside.
As he stepped outside, he heard someone speak.
“Dave, hang in there.”
Dave, leaning weakly against the bunker wall, replied, “Don’t waste any medicine on me. We don’t have much left.”
His teammates were trying to tend to the severe wound on his leg.
Dave knew that with limited medicine and no way to replenish their stock, using it on him would be a
waste.
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“Save it for yourselves. This wound can’t be healed with that medicine!” he insisted.
“Stop being foolish! We won’t let you die!” one of the team members retorted.
“We will save you, no matter what!” another added.
Just then, Kyle approached them.
“Use this medicine,” he said, offering the bottle.
The group looked up in surprise.
“Kyle! How’s Lucas?” someone asked.
“Where is he?”
“He’s inside resting. He’s no longer in critical condition,” Kyle assured them.
The weight of the past few days seemed to lift slightly at the good news.
Kyle stepped forward, holding out the bottle. “Lucas and I both used this. It works great.”
Dave eyed the bottle warily. “That witch’s medicine? I don’t want it!”
“She’s my boss, so don’t badmouth her again,” Kyle snapped, kneeling down to examine Dave’s leg, exposing the wound.
Just as Dave was about to argue, a cool sensation swept through his body. He froze, amazed.
The wound had been deep, and they had already applied hemostatic agents, but it had only made the pain worse with each application.
However, as soon as Kyle applied a ne
the pain.
As Kyle finished bandaging the wound, a gentle warmth began to rece the coolness. It wasn’t unpleasant but soothing, like soaking in a warm spring.
Slowly, Dave’s face regained some color, and his tense body began to rx.