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She didn't argue further. She put on gloves, sterilized a pair of forceps, and carefully brought her hand to the edge of the wound.

Without the shirt, she could clearly see the gash and the shard of glass. At first glance, it seemed intact—but she couldn't be sure.

She didn't warn him. She clamped onto the glass and pulled it out in one swift motion. Blood gushed from the wound