At the clinic…
Remy examined Serene's injury, his expression darkening. "This is serious," he said under his breath, working quickly to control the bleeding.
The bullet had gone straight through her hand, leaving a hole. Blood kept pouring out from the wound, soaking the gauze almost instantly.
"How serious?" Valentina asked with concern.
Remy shot her a brief look. "She needs immediate hospital care. If this isn't treated properly, she might lose proper function in her hand… or worse, she could lose it entirely."
Serene's face drained of color. "Do something," she cried, panic rising in her voice. "I don't want to lose my hand."
"I'm doing everything I can," Remy replied, focused and tense.
"I'll arrange transport to the hospital," Valentina said quickly before rushing out.
Serene's chest rose and fell quickly, her breathing uneven. She watched Remy bandage her hand.
