“Arghh!!” Jacob screamed in pain, jolting awake from his unconscious state due to the intense pain in his thigh. He looked down to see Ice working on his injury. “What are you doing?”
“Be quiet. You’re acting like I’m mutilating you,” Ice replied, glancing at Jacob. His face was still pale but now covered in sweat from enduring the severe pain.
“But what are you doing?!” Jacob asked, noticing Ice holding surgical clamps and wearing gloves that looked unsterilized. Was she trying to treat his wound? Jacob looked at his leg, where a gunshot wound was bleeding profusely. “Take me to the hospital! Don’t try to do this yourself.”
Ice frowned at Jacob’s insistence. She had intended to help him, not leave him alone in the garage while he regained consciousness. Now, he was being demanding abou
