It was too late for Kenneth to stop her.
Soon, Natasha was seen coming in with Spencer, Dave, and Thalia. They came well-prepared with medical tools.
The trio had been eating downstairs, and they decided to come up and check on Kenneth after Natasha told them about him.
Kenneth looked at the group and then at Natasha, whose eyebrows were still knitted with worry.
Without a word, Kenneth lifted his clothes and sat still.
Spencer stepped forward to unwrap Kenneth's bandage. At the sight of the broken suture, he paused.
His eyes fleeted between Kenneth and Natasha, though he pursed his lips and kept quiet.
“How is it? Is his wound okay?” Natasha asked.
Putting on a pair of gloves, Spencer began cutting the other sutures open as he said, “It's nothing serious, but he might have to bear with the pain again.”
Natasha lifted her head and looked at Kenneth. “Can't you give him anesthetics?” she queried.
“It's just a few stitches. There's no need to waste anesthetics.”
Hearing Kenneth's words, Natasha furrowed her eyebrows.
“It's fine. Go ahead and stitch it up,” Kenneth added.
Since he gave his consent, Spencer got to work right away.
Just then, Kenneth spoke again. “Nat, please get me a glass of water.”
Naturally, Natasha knew that he was just trying to make her leave. “You can't drink while getting your stitches. I'll bring you the water later.”
Kenneth couldn't think of any words to retort.
“It's fine. She's seen things worse than this,” Spencer reassured him while stitching the wound.
Even he could tell what had happened.
While everyone else stayed silent, but Thalia suddenly piped up, “Why did his stitches break out of nowhere?”
The other men at the scene immediately came to a realization. Meanwhile, Natasha did not even hear Thalia. Her attention was completely focused on Kenneth. As she stared at his wound, her heart throbbed with pain.
When she noticed Spencer pausing after piercing Kenneth's skin with the needle, she hurriedly asked, “Spencer, what's wrong with you?”
Spencer heaved a sigh. “I haven't stitched a wound in years. Isn't it natural that I'll be out of practice?”
“You're a doctor!” Natasha stressed.
“Let me correct that—I'm a very good doctor. Doctors my level normally don't do things like this.”
Natasha pursed her lips tightly. Since Spencer was the one stitching Kenneth's wound, she held herself back and did not talk back.
In no time, Spencer was done.
Natasha quickly walked over and asked Kenneth, “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
Kenneth flashed her a faint smile. “I'm okay. It's just a small injury.”
Knowing that Kenneth was just enduring the pain, Natasha did not say anything more.
As Spencer took off his gloves, he glanced at the couple and curled his lips up slightly.
“Glad to hear that you're okay,” Dave chimed in.
Kenneth smiled and apologized, “Sorry for interrupting your meal.”
“Yeah, but at least you're fine,” responded Thalia.
“You guys should go back and finish your meal,” Kenneth suggested.
In return, Dave asked, “Are you not coming with us?”
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