The sky outside had turned dark, and the room was dimly lit.
Maverick Knight stepped in quietly, he did not turn on the main light, only the small lamp by the bed.
Aurora Blaine's sleeping posture wasn't great, limbs sprawled out, lying in whatever way felt comfortable.
Though the light wasn't bright, it was enough to see the wounds on the girl's fingers.
Her index finger was wrapped in a band-aid, both fingertips had blisters from being burned while cooking.
Maverick Knight's eyebrows slightly furrowed as he gently took her hand, slowly peeling off the band-aid from her index finger.
With the lamp's light, he could see the small wound inside.
Perhaps she hadn't paid any attention to the wound, frequently ran water over it, causing the skin around the wound to turn pale.
A trace of blood remained on the band-aid.
Maverick Knight opened the medicine box, took out a cotton swab, disinfected the wound, applied medication, and then rewrapped it with a new band-aid.
