Chapter 88 Perfect Man
The weight of exhaustion pressed heavily on Liam as Vanessa drove, his vision blurring slightly from the steady loss of blood. His shoulder throbbed painfully, the wound refusing to close. He clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling up inside him. His so-called regeneration should have kicked in by now, but the pain persisted, his body sluggish in its recovery.
"Damn system... useless piece of—" he muttered under his breath before realization struck him.
The last time he was shot, the bullet had to be removed before his healing ability activated.
His gaze flickered to Vanessa, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, her expression tense as she focused on the dark, desolate road ahead. There were no houses around, no civilization in sight. They were still in the middle of nowhere, and it would be a while before they reached her place.
"Stop the car," Liam ordered suddenly, his voice sharp despite his weakened state.
Vanessa furrowed her brows, momentarily glancing at him before turning back to the road. "Are you crazy? We need to get you home. You’re bleeding out, Liam. If we stop now, you could—"
"Just trust me," he interrupted, his tone firm despite the pain lacing his words.
She hesitated but eventually complied, slowing the vehicle and pulling over to the side of the road. The silence of the night engulfed them, broken only by the distant chirping of crickets and the faint hum of the car engine.
Vanessa turned to face him, her expression filled with worry. "Now what?"
Liam exhaled sharply. "You need to take the bullet out."
Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel. "What?! Are you insane? We’re in the middle of nowhere! You could bleed to death!" Her voice rose in distress, panic creeping in.