Chapter 109: No Weakness
Theron sat on the edge of a bed. Behind him, Malaya kneeled silently in a nightgown, tightening bandages around him. Though he hadn’t asked her to do this, she seemed insistent, so he could only oblige in the end.
After making sure that the bandages weren’t going anywhere for the third time, Malaya found herself looking at the parts of Theron’s back that were still exposed…
If you could call it that.
There didn’t seem to be a single region that could be classified as normal skin at all. Thin lines and scars covered him, some healed, some not quite, and then there was the largest of them all on his chest.
Usually, she would be embarrassed in a situation like this one, but it was hard to be when she couldn’t take her eyes off of them.
What could a 14-year-old have possibly gone through to put his body in such a state? And how was he still going?
But then she thought back to the gaping wound she had just stitched together. Maybe today was just far from the first time he had done such a thing.
Theron hadn’t even made a single sound, his gaze intently focused on something, or on nothing at all. It was hard to tell from her vantage point.
"Okay," Malaya said lightly.