Chapter 65 You Have Changed
- At the internal medicine clinic, Madeline occupied a chair with a table before her, laden with alcohol swabs, cotton swabs, tweezers, and gauze.
- Logan's slender, finely articulated hands unscrewed a bottle cap, deftly saturated a cotton swab, and skillfully applied it to the wound on her forehead.
- The alcohol burned acutely, yet despite its expected pain, she felt nothing at all.