Dylan’s eyes followed Harriet as she departed.It was the first time he had seen her get so worked up over someone other than Elias.Dylan’s mind wandered for a moment, but he quickly refocused on the files before him.***Despite the seriousness of Angelia’s injury, it was primarily superficial skin damage, and she made a swift recovery.Initially, she was advised to take a break in the infirmary or leave her post as a doctor to return to the military academy.However, Angelia was determined to stay, and in the end, her decision was respected.Adorned in a crisp white coat and a medical mask, Angelia examined the familiar tools in her hands.It had been less than a month, yet everything felt somewhat unfamiliar.She used to believe that she might meet her end at the hands of those monsters and never return to this place.Her perspective on the world had shifted.Observing Angelia in front of him, Jamison spoke gently, ‘Angelia, you can be my assistant for now. Eventually, you’ll be b

Harriet hadn’t lied.She knew how to properly bandage wounds.However, her concern for Elias and Callie had her a bit heavy-handed and distracted during this task.‘Ow! It hurts!’ Dylan complained.‘I’m being very careful here,’ Harriet retorted.Nonetheless, Dylan was unimpressed and began to pull his T-shirt down. ‘Your skills are worse than Dr Hawthorne’s. If you continue to treat my wound with this attitude of yours, I will not hesitate to ask Dr Hawthorne to come back here.’Dylan was making a veiled threat, which irked Harriet.She had put in a lot of effort to get Elias alone with Callie, and she wasn’t going to let Dylan mess it up.‘Don’t,’ she told him, regaining her composure. ‘Okay, I will be gentler.’Harriet moved in closer to Dylan, lowered her face, and blew gently on the wound before skilfully applying the bandage around his sturdy waist.Throughout the process, Dylan didn’t focus on his own injury; his attention was directed at Harriet in front of him.She wasn’t wea

After Callie returned with the serum, she sterilised the needle and promptly administered the medicine to Elias’s arm.Once that was done, she noticed that the wound on his hand had stopped bleeding, so she helped him bandage it.‘What’s wrong with him?’ Callie asked, concern etched in her voice. ‘The medicine I gave you last time...’‘I gave it to him, and he took it,’ Harriet replied with a sigh. ‘But he didn’t follow your instructions. He worked more than usual, and that’s why his fever has become so serious.’There were unspoken words in Harriet’s reply.She sensed that Elias had reverted to his former self in Callie’s absence.But there was something more troubling in Elias’s demeanour.‘But...’ Callie mumbled, ‘He was the one who pushed me away.’‘Exactly why he’s regretting his decision,’ Harriet observed.‘What does he want from me?’ Callie’s eyes welled up with tears. ‘I know he likes me, but Harriet, the truth is he’s distancing himself from me. Even if it’s all an act, it s

Dylan, no longer playful, spat out blood and turned to Elias, squinting his eyes. ‘Elias, your woman is a delight, and I like her too. Why can’t I have her? Can’t I like her just because you claimed her first?’Before Elias could react, Dylan clenched his fist and delivered a punch in return.Elias, still not fully recovered from his earlier fever, stumbled a few steps backwards.Callie remained frozen in place.She recalled that Dylan’s lips hadn’t actually touched hers; his finger had been between their lips.She had hesitated, torn between defending herself and not wanting to burden Elias.But now, as she watched the brawl unfold, she realized the consequences of her inaction.Harriet rushed to Elias’s side, supporting him while shooting an angry glare at Dylan. ‘Dylan, what the hell are you doing? He’s still running a fever. How can you treat him like this? You’re in the wrong!’Dylan smirked in response and touched his swollen lip. ‘What’s the matter? If he’s allowed to hit me, a

‘No worries,’ Angelia replied casually, ‘Your mind seems preoccupied right now. I’ll fill you in after you’ve had a break.’With that, Angelia left the consultation room and headed to the pharmacy.Her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails bit into her palms, but this pain was nothing compared to what she’d endured.Memories of those painful days flooded back, and Angelia couldn’t help but hug herself, trembling as if she’d been plunged into icy water.She crouched down against the medicine cabinet, her eyes filled with fear.She felt a terrible mix of emotions – hatred, helplessness, and hurt.It was as if she were a beached fish gasping for air, a voice in her head screaming for something to fill the void.Suddenly, Angelia rose from the floor, her palm gripping the cabinet of controlled drugs.Through the glass, she gazed at the tightly regulated medications – substances so addictive that they could turn someone into an addict with just one use.Angelia’s body felt empty, a