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Rita helped him up, but in haste, she mistakenly grabbed on his wounded arm. She could feel he spasm of pain.

Hurriedly, she took her hand off him. "Sorry, did I hurt you?"

"You did...you better start to think about what you can do to make me up, sweetie." Still pale, he smiled slyly. For the moment, he became the funny Oliver again.

She backed off a step from him. "I think you're fine, you can still joke."

"No, I'm not." He grabbed her hand, his pale face inclining forward towards her. "How about giving me some encouragement of love? Sweetie."

Encouragement?

Rita wrenched her hands away from her. "I'm sorry. I don't think I help you with that. Save yourself."

She whirled to leave but heard him groan in pain.

She couldn't just leave him here.

He carried her to the infirmary when she hurt her leg.

He probably forgot it, but she would never do.

Always repay other's virtue, that's her principle.

She turned back around, glanced at his bleeding arm, said gravely. "We better go to the hospi