'What the hell's her problem now?' Charles thought, sitting up slightly on the bed.
The tension with his step-sister was so thick it felt like a weight pressing on his chest.
Lira didn't waste a second.
"Why the hell did you let those medics draw your blood?" she snapped, her tone a mix of fury and exasperation. "Did it not cross your mind that it could be dangerous? You're unbelievable, Rian!"
Charles frowned, confused.
"What are you talking about?" he shot back, irritation lacing his voice. "They took my blood because it's part of the treatment. They said they needed to check something about the burns. What's the big deal? You never told me not to let them!"
He sat up a bit more, throwing in a grimace to keep up the act of being injured.
Truth was, he hadn't thought twice when the short-haired blonde medic pricked his arm with a small needle.
He'd assumed it was standard procedure after a fight that intense.
