Irene panicked.
Fearing that Isaac was shot, she checked the back of his neck.
Frowning slightly, he said, "I'm fine."
Irene also noticed where he was bleeding from soon enough—the sharp end of a triangular glass shrapnel was digging into his flesh.
He must have been hit by the glass when the rear windshield shattered, and it hurt to look at.
As a doctor, Irene had seen all sorts of injuries and sickness, and she could handle it with composure.
However, she was not that calm when it was a person she cared about.
While her heart ached for him and was stricken by worry, Isaac quietly assured her, "It won't kill me. Don't worry."
Irene said nothing but firmly wiped away her tears—she knew very well that this was not the time to be emotional.
She took a deep breath and looked around inside the jeep.
There was nothing that could be used, but if she did not remove the shrapnel, it would hurt a lot.
It might even cut further into Isaac's flesh since they were in a jeep.
She hesitated for a moment before taking off her jacket and pulling out one of its straps—she did not have to care, because all she wanted to do was ease Isaac's pain, even if it was just a little.
"This will hurt a little," she told him quietly.
"Yeah," he replied softly.
With that, Irene pulled out the shrapnel with quick precision. Once that was done, she pressed down on the wound with her jacket.
Zachary turned to look. "Is he alright?"
"Yeah." Irene nodded, but it was quite a deep cut and her hands were quickly covered in blood.
There was no sedative or disinfectant in the car, so she had to use the most primitive method to stop the bleeding.
She would only disinfect it once they obtained medication.
Isaac leaned on her just then, putting his face on her slim shoulders.
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