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“I’m not worried about that,” Evan replied quietly.
What he was worried about was the wound.
When he gently peeled back the makeshift bandage, the reality of the injury became immediately clear. The cut was deep, jagged, the kind that didn’t just need pressure—it needed intervention.
“He’s losing too much blood,” Evan said under his breath.
“And you’re stepping out of line,” Karen snapped, her voice low but sharp enough to carry.
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