Chapter 175

The nurse clearly hadn't expected me to ask that question suddenly. After a moment of surprise, she quickly put on a professional smile. "It depends on how your wounds are healing." I took a deep breath but didn't respond. I clenched my hands at my sides even tighter. The bloodthirsty thoughts surged again, making me want to hurt myself, to see the color of bright red, to feel my heartbeat spike. In the next moment, the wound on my left wrist reopened. Fresh red blood stained the new gauze, and my eyes fixated intensely on the crimson spot. The color was beautiful. It was so beautiful that I couldn't resist wanting to see more of it. When the nurse turned around, she saw my eyes gleaming with a strange light. She froze and quickly said, "Mr. Palmer, don't move. I'll rebandage your wound right away." I didn't respond, only staring at the scar on my wrist with a feverish gaze. She worked quickly and soon had the bandage redone. Before leaving the ward, she poured me a glass of wa