Natalie felt a strong urge to slap him.
I don’t need a mirror to tell me I look filthy right now. It’s not like he is in better shape, so why should he act all disgusted?
“Take off your jacket. I want to dry it over the fire.”
Smiling, Sean replied, “How can I take off my jacket in this state?”
She suddenly remembered that both his arms were dislocated. Oh right, he can’t move them at all.
“You need to undress me,” Sean continued.
She furrowed her brows as she pondered the possibility of leaving him in his wet jacket.
He piqued up, “Since you decided to save me, you should take full responsibility to ensure my survival and wellbeing. Otherwise, you should’ve left me to die in that ditch.”
“You…” Natalie stammered as her face reddened.
A smile broke out on Sean’s face at the sight of Natalie huffing in anger.
His expression stunned her.
Natalie had seen his smile countless times in the past, though they were all of the fake, calculating, and cold variety.
This was the first time she had seen a genuine smile on his face.
She did not know what he was smiling about, but she caved and helped him remove his jacket.
Natalie moved the jacket closer to the fire before she approached Sean again. Under his suspicious gaze, she removed his tie and dragged it back and forth against a small stone. The stone cut through the fabric and formed a hole.
From there, Natalie tore the tie into several strips. She lined them on the floor and assembled some branches of similar lengths beside them.
Confused, Sean asked, “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to put splints on your arms and leg,” Natalie glanced at him and replied.
She had collected some branches for this purpose when she was out foraging for firewood.
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