“Really?” Mitchel's gaze intensified. “Then, I'll have another sip."

Raegan passed the cup back to him.

This time, he took it without requesting her assistance, and he drank on his own.

It was only then that Raegan noticed they had shared the cup. And the spot Mitchel took a drink from was exactly where she had just sipped.

She awkwardly attempted to take the cup back, apologizing, "Oh, I'm sorry about that, this cup..."

Mitchel gave her the cup, now without any water left, and waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine."

Raegan figured if he wasn't bothered, she might as well drop it. She was about to leave when Mitchel's arm stopped her, gripping tightly as though he was worried she might escape.

Mitchel asked, "My wound's stinging a bit. Could you see if it's opened up?"

Raegan was eager to get away, promptly responding, “I'll get a doctor for you."

However, Mitchel held on, firmly requesting, "No, you check it now."

Sighing silently, Raegan found herself speechless. “I don't want to cause you any pain."

Mitchel firmly assured, “It's fine."

Raegan inhaled deeply. Alright then. Given that she played a part in his injuries, she felt obliged to check on it.

She looked at Mitchel, and he returned her look. Their gazes met, holding for a brief moment.

Mitchel said, "Help me undress."

“Excuse me?" Raegan's eyes went wide with astonishment.

Mitchel gestured toward his bandaged right hand, explaining, "I can't do it."

Raegan noticed his right hand, indeed encased in bandages. Yet, she found herself hesitating. Today wasn't quite like that car emergency.

“Why are you taking so long?" Mitchel asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. It seemed he regarded her merely as a nurse lacking in professionalism.

Left with little choice, Raegan moved closer to begin unbuttoning his shirt. His casual wear was loose, gradually revealing his well-defined abs as she undid each button.