Chapter 1470
Maja had been by Patric''s bedside for nearly half an hour when Quentin came in, carrying a bag filled
with cold remedies.
"Maja, I''ve got fever reducers here, take a look."
Maja picked out two of the fastest-acting ones and administered them to Patric.
"I just came back from the local clinic. They said a doctor coulde over to give him a shot if needed.
I left my number. Should we call for it? It would bring the fever down quicker."
Maja thought about the myriad of needle marks that would pepper Patric''s arm and slowly shook her
head.
"Let''s not."
Quentin simply sat down beside her.
Maja forcefully pushed the pills into Patric''s mouth and followed them with a small ss of water.
In his drowsy state, Patric coughed a few times, half-attempting to open his eyes, but felt too weak to
do so.
Majaid him back down and began to massage her temples with her fingers.
Quentin then asked, "Should we call someone to take care of him?"
"No need. The fewer people around us, the better. I have this feeling we''re being watched."
Even though she didn''t know the intentions of those who might be watching them, she couldn''t shake
the feeling of being under surveince.
Forbidden Ind was a ce she couldn''t fully understand—its governance chaotic, its social structure
rigid, yet some aspects revealed an unusual unity.
One more person around them meant one more risk.
She stood up to close the window but noticed Quentin''s hand was bleeding.
"What happened there?"
"I got it scratched by a branch on my way in."
Maja rummaged through the medicine Quentin had bought—it was quiteprehensive, including
treatments for external wounds.
She took out a disinfectant spray and applied it to his hand.
"Quentin, are you worried about that tattoo? Don''t be. Once we find Ian, I''m sure I can take care of that
for you."
After disinfecting, she applied some ointment.
Suddenly, the lights in the room went out.
Maja nced out the window, only to see that the entire ind was in darkness.
"What''s going on?"
Before she finished her sentence, she heard a sound overhead and instinctively pushed Quentin aside.
"Creak."
"Crash!"
The spot where they had been sitting was instantly struck by a falling chandelier.
Although Maja was quick to react, her ankle was hit, and she felt a sharp, piercing pain.
Quentin was unharmed, but he could smell the scent of blood.
"Maja?"
"Hisss."
Maja gasped in pain.
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"It''s nothing, just the chandelier falling. I checked outside, the whole ind is out of power. Let''s wait,
they should fix it."
Quentin stood up and, using the light from his phone, checked Maja''s ankle.
Her ankle was nearly crushed by the chandelier and was bleeding profusely.
The vi''s chandelier was not light, and its weight was considerable.
Quentin moved the chandelier aside, reached for the disinfectant spray, but the wound was too long.
Disinfection was not enough. Stitches were necessary.
He frowned, and in the darkness, there was no need to fake an expression, so a sly smile crept on his
face.
"You didn''t have to push me away. I could''ve dodged it."
"You''ve never been trained inbat. How would you dodge it? Hisss."
Maja held her ankle, sweat dripping from her forehead.
"Quentin, call that doctor back, the wound needs stitching. Disinfecting alone won''t stop the bleeding.
Plus, I''m pregnant, and any anesthesia used must be safe for pregnant women."
Quentin immediately took out his phone and called the doctor.
The doctor arrived quickly and stitched up the wound.
The room was still dark. Quentin stood in the shadows, the blood in the palm of his hand all belonging
to Maja.
He furrowed his brow, went to the washroom, and washed the blood off, his expression revealing a hint
of disgust.