Chapter 802
- Tabitha's fingers paused as she recalled how Derek had once barely flinched from a gunshot wound, yet now he acted as fragile as a glass doll, each breath cautious and restrained.
- "For the next two days, try to keep this wound dry," she said softly, tearing off a piece of medical tape. "Let me help you back to bed."
- Derek abruptly pushed her hand away and sat up, leaning against the bedside table.