I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 143

Sienna took a deep breath, looking at Finn.

"Finn, I don't have the energy to fight with you right now. Until we go back, I'll do my duty as a doctor and take care of you. But only because you are my patient." She paused. "While we're here, let's put the past on hold. We'll deal with everything else when we get home."

They were in a foreign land, surrounded by artillery fire.

A single mortar shell could drop, and they'd all be dead.

Here, their emotional baggage and bitter history felt completely insignificant.

Sienna was highly rational. Reaching this conclusion, she suddenly felt an immense sense of relief.

Finn stared at her, an unreadable emotion surging in his eyes.

But quickly, he nodded, his voice hoarse.

"Okay."

The night wind blew past. The bonfire outside the tents had died out, sending a few stray sparks into the dark before vanishing completely.

Sienna crouched down, draped Finn's uninjured arm over her shoulder, and hoisted him off the ground with all her might.

He was a head taller than her. As his entire weight pressed down, her knees buckled slightly, but she gritted her teeth and held steady.

They stumbled back toward the tent together.

The moonlight washed over the sandy earth in a blinding white. Sand slipped into her shoes, scraping painfully against her heels, but she didn't stop.

Reaching the tent, she let go of his arm and pulled back the flap.

"Get in and lie down."

Finn glanced at her, ducked his head, and entered the tent.

He lay down on his cot.

He closed his eyes, his left arm resting at his side, the bandage completely soaked in red.

Sienna stood at the entrance for a few seconds before walking in. She knelt beside him and began unwrapping the dressing.

Finn kept his eyes lowered, quietly watching her hands.

The physical agony was entirely eclipsed by the sweetness blooming in his chest.

In this moment, he felt it was all worth it.

The bandage fell away loop by loop. The blood had thoroughly soaked the gauze, gluing it to his skin. As she peeled it back, Finn's brow furrowed, but he didn't make a sound.

Sienna didn't stop. She cleaned the wound with iodine, disinfected it, applied medication, and bandaged it fresh.

Her hands were as steady as ever.

Finn's gaze never left her profile.

[Lily, I sent you an encrypted email. It contains all the evidence of what happened to me in Africa. I'm fine now, though I can't come back just yet. Don't worry about me. The email has videos, photos, a timeline, a clear shot of Dudley's face, and descriptions of the two local men. If you don't hear from me in a week, call the police.]

She paused, then added one more line.

[Do not tell anyone about this, not even Isaac. Remember, protect yourself first.]

After hitting send, Sienna gripped her phone tightly and curled into a ball.

The only way Arthur Dudley knew her itinerary so perfectly was if Isaac Holloway had leaked it.

And this assignment to Kanya had been handed down from the hospital administration.

She had no idea who else was involved in this conspiracy.

She had to be careful.

Sienna shoved the phone under her pillow and rolled over, facing Finn.

His eyes remained shut, his breathing heavy.

She watched him for a few seconds before turning back to face the tent wall.

Dawn was approaching, and she needed to grab whatever sleep she could.

There would be more casualties tomorrow. She had a mission to fulfill and couldn't afford any mistakes.