I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 141

Finn looked down at Sienna's wrist.

Enemy.

That cut, it was as if he had sliced it himself.

He didn't dare mention it, afraid she would break down.

"I'm sorry," he said, unable to suppress the tremble in his voice.

"It's all my fault."

"Sienna, I owe you for the rest of my life."

He clenched his fists.

"So, give me a chance. Let me make it up to you, okay?"

"I don't need you to make anything up to me. I just want you to stay away from me." Sienna had recovered somewhat, finally mustering enough strength to push Finn away.

Her words drained all the strength from Finn's body. With a gentle push, he stumbled back a step, his back hitting the cold wall heavily.

A sharp pain shot through his injured arm.

A thin layer of sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Though he didn't say a word or make a sound, Sienna could still feel his pain.

She looked at the blood seeping through the bandage on his left arm.

Her heart gave an uncontrollable, fierce squeeze.

She gently bit her lip, finding it hard to be completely ruthless.

"Let me take a look at your injury..." After all, she was a doctor.

Just a doctor-patient relationship, she added in her mind.

"No need," Finn turned sideways, no longer looking at her.

He lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions swirling in his gaze.

Sienna felt a wave of bittersweet sorrow, but she figured setting boundaries was for the best.

They returned to the ward one after the other, neither speaking a word.

Finn reached out and touched the outside of the food container.

He picked it up.

"The food's cold. I'll go get you something hot."

Sienna watched his retreating back. She wanted to say "no need," but the words wouldn't come out.

She watched him push the door open and leave.

Standing there, staring at the closed door, she suddenly felt a suffocating tightness in her chest.

Finn returned with reheated food, opening the containers one by one and setting out the silverware.

He didn't say a word throughout the process. When he finished, he retreated to the window, leaning against the wall and watching her.

She sat down to eat.

"You're injured yourself."

"I still have another arm, don't I?"

Sienna was left speechless and turned to leave.

Finn kept following her.

The medical station was set up in a small town twenty-five miles from the city center.

The explosion had overturned two crowded buses, and a continuous stream of injured people poured in.

Blood, severed limbs, agonizing cries, and the rattling of stretchers over gravel mixed into a harrowing symphony.

The devastation was horrific.

Sienna's expression didn't change. She immediately put on sterile scrubs and entered the emergency room.

Finn was assigned to the entrance to move supplies.

Unable to use his left arm, he relied on his right. The blood on his bandage dried, soaked through, and dried again.

They worked non-stop until eleven at night, finally treating the last patient.

Sienna walked out of the ER, leaning against the wall, too exhausted to speak.

She saw Finn standing a short distance away; the bandage on his left arm was completely soaked red.

No one here had the time to care about his injury.

Unable to just watch, she walked straight toward him.