For Christy, his eyes defied description. They were very clean and pure. From the eyes, she could even see her reflection clearly, but it was very difficult to perceive other emotions as if he was good at concealing emotions, or perhaps was emotionless.
The eyes were so quiet that Christy who was staring at them inexplicably quieted down.
After bandaging the wound, Trevor wiped the sweat from his forehead and then turned, seeing Christy lying there and asking in a hoarse voice, "Can you give me some water? I'm thirsty."
The young man did not reply and entered the room. Soon, he brought a basin of warm water and wiped her face with a towel.
The black clothes around her shoulders were cut open, and the underwear straps inside were stripped to one side. Just now, a large piece of cloth slipped when she bent. So now her entire upper body was exposed in the air and only the underwear could manage to cover it. And blood flowed down her chest to abdomen.
Christy smiled weakly, "I want to drink water, not wash my face."
Trevor squatted there for a moment, and then stretched out his slender and pale hands, gently removing all her clothes.
Christy rolled her eyes at him and said weakly, "You can do whatever you want to me, but I'm injured now. Can you wait until tomorrow...?"
Upon hearing it, the young man's ears went red either for anger or anxiety. But they were covered with a hood and she could not notice it.
After wiping her with a warm towel, Trevor found loose clothes and dressed her. Then he wanted to lift her up. It was probably the first time that he had done it. He seemed to have little strength and Christy slipped from his arms twice. For the third time, Christy smiled bitterly and said, "I promise to lose weight ... I promise..."
In the end, Trevor still failed to lift her up. Christy had to stand up with his support and then he helped her walk a few steps to the bedside and put her on the bed.
The curtain was lowered by Trevor, covering the girl utterly on the bed. Then, he rolled up the blanket on the ground and rang the bell.
Christy lay down and found that the bed was very big. Besides a desktop computer at the end of the bed, there was also a notebook on the bed with the screen on. Christy glanced at it and saw a video of the operating room on the screen which was paused. She clicked on the video with her uninjured hand and saw the doctor at the operating table taking out a bullet with pliers.
She was stunned for a moment. Then she lifted the curtain and weakly asked the man outside, "You ... this is the first time you've helped others remove a bullet?"
The man did not say anything, only nodding and covering his face with the hood again. No one could see his expression clearly.
A genius.
He was so proficient just through watching it once.
Christy wanted to say something, but when hearing the sound from the stairs, she suddenly stopped.
There was a short knock on the door, and then something landed at the door with a click. "Mr. Trevor, are you thirsty? I leave water here, and food."
As if he was afraid of frightening the people inside, the servant kept the voice low, respectful, and cautious. After that, he left gently.
Trevor didn't open the door and bring in the things until the sound of footsteps came from the bottom of the stairs.
From the bed came a rustling sound. After lying on the bed for a while, Christy almost shed tears with the wound on her shoulder which hurt so much. She gritted her teeth and hissed, trying her best to get her breath and save some strength.
The curtain was lifted and the young man with hood appeared in front of her, holding a glass of water. Christy wanted to rise from the bed, but she had no strength.
Trevor put down the glass and reached out to pull her. His strength was too little to get her up. Christy smiled weakly, "Am ... am I really that heavy?"
Although Trevor did not answer, his ears turned red again. But they were covered by the hood, so still no one noticed that.
The short walk from the ground to the bed previously had dyed the gauze on Christy's shoulder red. She just moved again, and now blood was spilling out.
Trevor paused for a moment and no longer reached out to pull her. Instead, he grabbed a straw from the medicine chest, stuffed it into the glass. He found two painkillers and passed them to her mouth.
Christy didn't want to raise her hand and just opened her mouth.
Trevor gently threw the pills inside and put the straw in her mouth.
Christy drank anxiously and accidentally choked. She coughed. Trevor did not expect it. Then he hurried to use one hand to fix her shoulders, preventing her from moving. Meanwhile he used the other one to cover her mouth.
Her breathing sprayed on his palm constantly, bringing a boiling heat.
Christy stared at him unwittingly and slowly managed a smile. Seeing that she did not cough anymore, Trevor withdrew his hand. Her saliva was all over his palm.
On his way to wash hands, he felt the palm numb and itchy, making him uncomfortable.
After washing his hands five times, he finally got rid of the numb and itchy illusion. When coming back, he found Christy had fallen asleep with her eyes closed.
Her forehead was covered in sweat. After hesitating for a moment, Trevor took a tissue to wipe it off. Christy did not sleep soundly. When feeling someone approaching, she opened her eyes reflexively and then slowly closed after seeing the grey hood. She was probably too tired and closed her eyelids tight.
Trevor looked at the floor, only to find a grey flannel cloth lying there quietly which was part wet. Christy had just bitten it. She did not know that she was casually grabbing the tablecloth used to wipe the mouth by Trevor.
Several pages popped up on the computer screen.
Trevor glanced at it, crossed Christy's body and sat on the bed. He rested the computer on his lap before extracting information from the computer and launching it to another window.
Little robot quietly wormed its way through the curtain from outside. It gently moved around Christy's face, stretched its legs and then walked to Trevor and sat quietly beside him.
After Trevor dealt with all the matters on the computer, it was already late at night. He had to stop and put the computer to sleep, and then lay down to rest for a while.
A moment later, it suddenly struck him that someone was lying by him. It was gloomy and quiet inside the curtain, and only Christy's even breathing could be heard. Trevor tilted to the inside, then closed his eyes, resting his head on arms.
Christy once again had a nightmare. She did not utter any words, only grabbing her neck tightly with hands and panting raggedly. Upon hearing the sound, Trevor immediately reached out to pull her.
But Christy was lost in a nightmare. No matter how hard he shook her, she couldn't wake up. Her throat let out a suffocating gasp. If Trevor turned on the light now, he would see the white of her eyes rolling, like a dead fish floating in the water, only white remaining.
" ... Kaiya..." From somewhere came a husky shouting, maybe from a person being silent for years whose throat was rusty and mechanical with sluggishness.
Christy loosed her hands a little suddenly, and the voice came again. This time, it was clearer, but still hoarse, " ... Kaiya, wake up."
Kaiya?
Who was Kaiya?
Why was it so familiar to her?
Suddenly, a picture came to her mind.
Beside the pond squatted a little girl who was catching fish and shrimps. From a distance, someone called, "Kaiya... Kaiya! Kaiya!"
She saw this dirty girl standing up excitedly, waving her arms to the distance and shouting, "Sister! I'm here..."
"You come here again! You can't play with water. It's much too dangerous!" Sister scolded her from afar.
The little girl by the pond only smiled.
Her dirty face was enlarged bit by bit in front of Christy.
She saw it clearly.
That dirty little girl ... was herself.
Christy gasped and woke up from her nightmare. She stared blankly at the darkness above her for a long time before turning to the man beside her. Her heart was beating violently in the invisible darkness.