Chapter 3 3

"I am going to give you anaesthesia, please lay down on the bed..."

The woman stated while she was grasping the syringe in her hand.

"No... Do it without it..."

Eira stated resolutely, paying no attention to the lady's concerned expressions.

"But it's going to hurt way too much... Your injuries are quite severe. things's up to me to sew things up..."

The lady said while glancing between the man and Eira in an uncertain manner.

"Don't bother with the anaesthesia; it won't be necessary... Because I do not trust any of you, I cannot continue to be here any longer. Make it possible for me to go..."

Eira responded while maintaining a level tone and expression. She didn't intend for it to sound that way, but it does come across as harsh and pompous.

She was very calm for someone who had suffered severe cuts and wounds, which caused the other people to be both amused and perplexed by her behaviour.

The man looked at the lady, and in response, he nodded his head in agreement. After she had cleaned Eira's wounds, she requested her to lean back so that she could begin stitching them. Her skin was ripped from her calf all the way down to her ankle, and so were her clothes. The lady trimmed the fabric so that it wouldn't interfere with the treatment.

The man's attention was riveted on Eira as he pondered the question of why someone would knowingly subject themselves to such suffering. While the other woman patched the wound on Eira's leg, he stared at her intently. She didn't even scowl in response. In a situation that would have caused most people to lose their composure and scream their lungs out, she maintained the composure of someone gently massaging her leg. She was observing the woman stitching it very carefully, as if she were already familiar with the process.

"Why on earth would she do that? Why isn't she getting hurt?"

he was thinking.

"Give me your hand..."

The woman said, clearly unable to accept what she had just witnessed. It was definitely something unique for her to experience, as she had never seen somebody with such a high pain tolerance level in her entire life.

While Eira examined her injuries, the man frowned and stood there while looking at her. Eira was focused on her injuries. His chest was on fire from the anguish and rage he felt, but it was fading away as he continued to move.