"Alright."
There was no reasoning to refuse, Shane Winchester agreed right away.
Riley Sully placed the medicine box on the nightstand, turned her head intending to look at his wound, but ended up bumping into his chest, staggering back two steps and knocking against the bedside, directly falling onto the bed.
"Be careful," Shane Winchester reminded her with care.
Riley nodded, her gaze falling on him; Shane Winchester turned around and sat by her side, his back facing her.
In her view, the beautiful back was marked with several bruises, slightly scraped skin visible, it should be painful but not too serious; the only bleeding point seemed to be a cut from the sharp edge of the shelves, an inch-long cut, not showing how deep it was; at this moment, the bloodstain on the wound had formed a scab.
