238: Chapter 240: Really Unintentional 238: Chapter 240: Really Unintentional Although in pain, the sudden intrusion by Jas Brown had the woman’s modesty making her forget her agony for a mont, as she yelled at him.
Jas Brown quickly retreated, pulling the sliding door shut and said, “How are you?
You’ve bled so much.”
Helen Wilson shouted, “Mind your own business, don’t you dare co in!”
“Alright, alright, I won’t co in.
You really should be more careful when your Aunt Flo visits.”
“I’m cut by glass, what Aunt Flo?” Helen Wilson imdiately defended herself, as it would be utterly embarrassing if it really were that ti of the month.
“Wow, can you manage on your own?”
“I…
I can.” Helen Wilson stubbornly insisted, but when she tried to attend to the wound, she found it really awkward, not to ntion not knowing if there was any glass left inside, which made her agitated.
“How about I help you?
If there’s any glass inside, it’ll be trouble.
Plus, whether you treat it at ho or go to the hospital, I’ve got to give you a hand either way.”
“You… you… you better not take advantage of .”
“Okay, okay, I won’t take advantage.”
“Then shut your eyes when you enter.”
“Fine, I’ll shut my eyes.” Jas Brown was sowhat speechless, thinking how troubleso Helen Wilson could be.
“Then…
you can co in.”
Jas really did co into the bathroom with his eyes closed, and Helen Wilson, seeing that he truly had his eyes shut, breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Then help .”
“Big sister, if I have my eyes closed, how can I help you?” Jas Brown replied, not in the best of moods.
“Ah… but you can’t look at my… butt, okay?”
“What’s the big deal if I did?
It’s not like you’ve got much to show.”
“You…” Helen Wilson was furious, yelling, “I can do it myself, no need for your help.”
“Okay, okay, just joking with you.
I saw everything when I ca in earlier; another glance won’t matter.
Just pretend I’m a doctor, okay?
Have you ever seen soone shy around a doctor?
How would you get treated then?”
Won can be bashful, but often all it takes is an excuse.
Once she found an excuse, her shyness vanished.
Hearing what Jas Brown said, Helen Wilson felt she’d found her excuse.
Most importantly, she felt a burning pain on her butt, there must be glass inside, and it could be really bad if not treated properly.
“Alright, open your eyes then.” This whisper was so faint it seed even an ant wouldn’t hear, clearly showing the extent of her current embarrassnt.
Jas Brown then opened his eyes and saw a shocking crimson beneath Helen Wilson’s buttocks; the sight dissolved his inclination for teasing, and he said with a serious face, “It looks like a severe injury; we need to treat it right now.”
Jas Brown’s attitude made Helen Wilson’s embarrassnt subside a bit, and she panicked and said, “Is it really that bad?”
“Enough, I’ll carry you to the sofa first and then we will treat the wound.”
Without resisting, Helen Wilson let Jas Brown lift her in his arms and place her on the sofa to lie face down.
“Don’t move, the wound hasn’t been examined yet, what are you fidgeting for?” Jas Brown stopped Helen Wilson as she tried to pull up her trousers.
Helen Wilson instantly buried her head in the couch out of sheer embarrassnt; her trousers were still around her knees, her entire rear exposed in front of Jas Brown—an utterly shaful pose for a woman.
Thankfully, Helen Wilson was still a police officer and knew the gravity of the situation, so she bit her lip, enduring the embarrassnt, and said, “Do you know how to treat it?
If not, it might be best to take to the hospital.”
“Treating it a bit should be no problem,” Jas Brown quickly said.
“Do you have disinfectants or sothing similar at ho?”
Helen Wilson nodded, “Yes, in the drawer under the TV stand.”
“All right, I’ll take care of it for you,” Jas Brown said before turning around to look for things.
In the anti, Helen Wilson hurriedly pulled her pants up a bit—although her buttocks were still exposed, it made her feel at least a bit more comfortable.
Otherwise, she felt utterly bare in front of Jas Brown without a shred of modesty to hide behind.
Jas Brown soon brought over a small dicine kit, fished out a pair of tweezers, tore off so dicinal cotton, dipped it in dicinal alcohol, and began wiping the bloodstains on Helen Wilson’s buttocks.
Very quickly, Jas Brown identified two wounds—one quite serious and deep, still bleeding unstoppably, and the other shallow, its bleeding having already stopped on its own.
Jas Brown ignored the minor wound, pressed down on Helen Wilson’s waist, and sat on her legs.
“What are you doing?” Helen Wilson cried out in panic.
Jas Brown said sternly, “Don’t move.
It will hurt soon, and I’m afraid you’ll squirm.
That would make it worse, so I had to pin down your legs.”
“Then at least be gentle.
You’re as heavy as an elephant, almost breaking my legs,” Helen Wilson muttered and grabbed a cushion to bite down hard on.
Jas Brown silently admired Helen Wilson’s decision to brace herself without needing his reminder, and he proceeded to treat the more serious wound without hesitation.
That wound would scare most people, but to Jas Brown, it was just a surface injury.
For soone like him, who often got injured on missions, such minor injuries were inevitable and would be disregarded during life-and-death situations.
In his eyes, real injuries were those that affected mobility or life; only those counted as true harm.
Therefore, dealing with the injury was effortless for Jas Brown.
In no ti, he cleared out the glass shards from within the wound and sprinkled YN Region’s dicinal powder over it, quickly halting the bleeding.
Throughout the process, apart from a whimper at the beginning, Helen Wilson didn’t make another sound, which earned Jas Brown’s respect for her fortitude.
After all, she was rely a policewoman, and furthermore, a woman.
Such pain must have been considerable for her.
“You’re quite tough, not making a sound despite the pain,” Jas Brown said, wiping the blood around the wound, joking with a smile.
However, Helen Wilson remained silent.
Curious, Jas Brown tilted his head to look at her, only to find himself at a loss for words—assuming Helen Wilson to be resilient, he now found she had actually fainted, either from fright or pain.
Jas Brown barely suppressed a laugh.
Helen Wilson might seem brave usually, but in reality, she was still just a girl and not much more resilient than any other girl.
It was rely her job that demanded her to appear strong.
One might think female police officers in novels are tough like female dinosaurs, but Helen Wilson clearly wasn’t a dinosaur, more like a little pony that occasionally got furious.
Not wanting to disturb her rest, Jas Brown continued tending to her wound.
Yet, as he cleaned up all the bloodstains around her buttocks, he felt his heart rate quicken.
Jas Brown, however, had very strong self-control.
He took a couple of deep breaths and shook his head.
He went to Helen Wilson’s bedroom and fetched a towel blanket to cover her enticing buttocks, successfully restraining his urge to make a mistake.
It was then Jas Brown sprinkled so water on Helen Wilson’s face.
The cold jolted her awake, and as she began to move, Jas Brown quickly pinned her shoulders down, warning, “You’d better stay still now.
The wound’s not big, but since it’s on your buttocks, any erratic movent could cause it to split open and hinder recovery.”
Helen Wilson blinked a couple of tis.
Her cheeks flushed, she didn’t know if it was because she found fainting embarrassing or because her bare buttocks had been exposed to Jas Brown, and spoke with an air of guilt, “Is it all taken care of?”
“It’s done.
Your only job now is to rest and recuperate.”
“Rest?
How long?” Helen Wilson’s eyes widened.
“At least two or three days before you’ll recover enough to walk.”
“Oh my, two or three days?
That will delay my plans.”
“Then delay it.
Do you think you can go out like this?
If you do, I assure you, you’ll walk like a cripple.”
Helen Wilson opened her mouth, then pounded her fist on the sofa, bitterly saying, “Such bad luck, getting injured at ho at a ti like this.”
“Heh, it’s a good opportunity to rest; it’s not a big deal.”
“Alright, alright, there’s no choice but to rest.” Helen Wilson didn’t persist.
After all, a blunt axe would only hamper wood-chopping, and in her current state, it wasn’t suitable for her to work, let alone investigate the smuggling case.
“But…” Helen Wilson tilted her head towards Jas Brown, her cheeks reddened, and she said, “I need to trouble you to look after for the next few days.”
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