Chapter 598 It Doesn't Hurt

Inch usually lounged around in big, comfy shorts. Lucas, on the other hand, was always decked out like he was ready for a board meeting. I had no idea where he had picked up his style. He looked sharp, certainly, but it always seemed a bit out of place here. I caught a glimpse of a dark stain on his black shirt. "Why's your shirt all wet..." I began, and then it hit me. That was not just any dampness—it was blood. That is when it all clicked. He was hurt, badly hurt. He had been acting normal since he got back, and I had not picked up on it. If I had not noticed the change in his face, I might never have realized just how bad it was. I did not hesitate. Rushing to his side, I blurted out, "You're hurt, aren't you?" My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. He caught my hand, his eyes locking with mine. "It's nothing, just a scratch. A quick fix is all it needs." I bit my lip, my mind racing to call Old Mort for help. Gently, he stopped me. "Let's not bother Dr. Mort. Just