NovelEnglishHannah looked up at him and listed.
"Thank you.
I need gauze, alcohol, anesthetic, medical stitches, and anti-inflammatory drugs.
" "Okay," Bryson responded, then made a call.
After a brief conversation, he ended the call with, "The supplies will be here in ten minutes.
" In the meantime, Hannah cleaned Franklyn's wound with cold water to prevent infection.
Once she had finished, Bryson, with a hint of accusation in his tone, demanded, "Why didn't you go to the hospital with such a serious injury? Why chere instead?" Franklyn clenched his teeth, glancing at Hannah, unsure of how to respond.
Hannah interjected, "I asked him to chere.
" "He is being pursued.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt's safest for him to stay with me.
" Bryson felt a slight discomfort for reasons he couldn't pinpoint.
He stared icily at Franklyn and challenged, "You're being pursued as well.
How is it any safer for him with you around?" While tending to Franklyn's injuries, Hannah glanced over at Bryson and explained, "Someone is brave enough to risk themselves forout there.
For now, I'm safe, but he's not.
Without a place to hide, they'll capture him eventually.
" She looked up at Bryson with a hopeful smile.
"Mr.
Mitchell, I implore you, could you possibly shelter him for a few days?" Bryson's sneer greeted her forced smile.
"Miss Moore, you didn't exactly rush to offershelter for a few days.
" Hannah responded with a blink.
"But this is your hotel, right? Surely you can stay as long as you please.
Their bickering seemed to briefly lighten Franklyn's discomfort from his injury.
He observed Bryson closely and realized, "You must be the Mr.
Mitchell that Miss Moore frequently mentions.
" Raising his eyebrows, Bryson inquired, "Does she really mentionthat often?" With a nod, Franklyn confirmed, “Indeed, Miss Moore speaks of you quite often, Mr.
Mitchell.
"I see," Bryson responded quietly, then offered Hannah a sincere smile.
At a loss, Hannah remained silent.
She was puzzled by the turn of events.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSuddenly, a knock cfrom the door.
Bryson walked over and opened it to find a man dressed casually, medical kit in hand.
Bryson glanced at the medical box m and inquired, "Havexo@brought everything we need?" "Yes, Mr.
Mitchell," Willie Torres responded, clearly fatigued from his journey.
Shaking the medicine box, he added, "Let's hurry.
I only have ten minutes.
Where's the patient?" Bryson stepped aside and directed him, "He's inside.
"
Entering the room, Willie spotted Hannah and Franklyn seated on the sofa, noting Franklyn's wound that had been initially cleaned with clear water.
"Okay, I'll take it from here!" Willie declared as he placed the medicine box on the table, rolled up his sleeves, and examined Franklyn's wound closely. It was a typical dagger wound, something any trained doctor could recognize at a glance.
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