"You need an IV?" Zhou Chenghai asked, already reaching for a pair of gloves as he turned to look at Yuche.
"And help cleaning the wound properly," Yuche answered, nodding his head.
Every promise he was just whispering to me was completely gone from his voice. But he gave me a hot look before he turned his attention back to the other man.
Zhou Chenghai stepped toward Lingyun and reached out, but the baby vine snapped around his wrist before he reached the bed. He stopped without trying to pull away and looked at me instead.
"The zombie should never have reached him," he spoke quietly. "My strike changed its direction, and I owe him for that. Let me pay what I can."
It wasn't an apology, which somehow made it easier to accept.
Apologies were words people used when they wanted forgiveness without earning it. Debt had rules. Debt could be collected. I understood debt and collections.
"If your hand goes anywhere it shouldn't, the vine will remove it," I warned.
"I understand."
