"What happened? Are you hurt?" Yara Quillan completely forgot that she had run out to settle a score with him. Holding the clothes, she rushed over. Just as she reached out to snatch the bandage from his hand, he snapped in a low voice, "Get out!"
Hearing this, Yara Quillan threw the clothes in her hands to the floor with a THUD. She looked up, glared, snatched the items from his hand, and shoved him down into the swivel chair. "I'm a doctor. Right now, you're the patient. Don't think for a second I'm actually afraid of you!"
After she finished speaking, she felt his deep, cold gaze fixed on her and swallowed nervously, a genuine flicker of fear running through her. "What are you looking at? Urology is a branch of medicine, you know!"
Henry Lester's heavy silence shattered all the courage Yara Quillan had just mustered. With her head lowered, she sullenly tended to his wound using the bandage and supplies from the medical kit.
