Maybe that's how she has to deal with every moment spent in his presence now.

Simply think of him as her patient.


And it's not like the ticking time bomb is going to be her grim reaper.

Despite herself, Fanny quickly lists the items she needs, Carlos notes on his phone while he's halfway there.

After that, Andy also rushed out, effectively leaving her alone with Michel.


Pressing her lips together and swallowing to get rid of the strange feeling in her throat, Fanny approached the bed and stood in front of Michel, seeing him leaning back against the headboard, staring at her.

It's just, staring at her like he's more than five seconds short of killing her.


Fanny quickly averted her eyes from his penetrating gaze and focused on the task at hand, noticing that the front of his shirt was now covered in blood.

Glancing around, she found the bathroom door and hurried inside to get a large towel.

When she turned, she took a deep breath and reached under his shirt, trying to carefully lift it.

Although his body weight made it more difficult for her, she knew she would have to guide him.

"You need to sit up a bit so I can take off your shirt. Here, let me help you..."

Michel let out a dry laugh.

"Help me?"

"Yes, help you. I can take your arm and you can slowly..."

"You look like a miniature human. How much do you weigh? Maybe about 43/44 kg? And you want to lift me out of bed?"

He's found out about her weight, but Fanny won't admit it.

Why is he trying to bring her down so much? Now that he knows she's just a nurse, she's not a threat, why does he still treat her so badly?

"I'm stronger than I look."

She feels exposed and vulnerable with the way he looks at her.

Michel's gaze was so intense, she felt like he could see right through her.

But he didn't say much in response to that.

Instead, she could see a mischievous glint in his eyes as the corner of his mouth curled up into a small evil smile, before reaching down to remove the bloody shirt from his body, trying to hold back from showing any discomfort, but with no complete success.

Meanwhile, Fanny quickly placed the towel under his body so the excess blood wouldn't stick to the bed sheet.

When Michel then took off the shirt completely, she began to reconsider the stitches, relieved that it wasn't as bad as it looked.

"I'm back." Carlos suddenly reappears, he pushes into the room a metal trolley that appears to be filled with furniture.

"Thank." Fanny bowed her head before disappearing into the bathroom again to wash her hands thoroughly.

Back, she's wearing gloves, as Carlos helps her set up the utensils.

Michel watched the whole thing with confused eyes, seeing Carlos arranging everything as if he knew what he was doing, exchanging a few words with the nurse who was supposed to be Michel.

Have they done this before?

"So what, did you get your doctor's degree while I was out?" Michel looked at Carlos, causing his cousin to turn his head and let out a big laugh.

"No, we only know a few things now. We helped Fanny a little while she brought you back from the dead, that's all." He shrugs.

Before Michel could ask Carlos 'who are we', Andy was back, out of breath, near the bed where Fanny and Carlos were standing.

"Christian is gone. I can't find him in his room or anywhere else in the house."

"You mean can't find him. Have you tried calling him? What's up?"

Andy looked at Carlos irritably, not appreciating the fact that he was being treated like an idiot.

"Of course, I called him," Andy replied annoyed.

"What the hell? He's our doctor. He can't go in and out whenever he wants." Carlos waved his hand around as if to make a point.

"Huh?" Michael asked.

"Isn't he the Davies doctor?"

"A Dr. Davies if you ask me. Can't you find anyone better, Andy?"

"What the hell? Vengo recommended him."

"No, he didn't. He just said they had three and you should ask them, you bastard."

Andy and Carlos bicker back and forth for a bit until Carlos decides that they need to go and reconsider, much to Andy's annoyance.

The next thing she knew, Fanny was alone with Michel again.

Taking a deep breath, she decided to stay focused on her task and not let Michel's stare affect her.

So she went ahead and carefully cleaned the wound, when she was about to give him a few injections next to him, he immediately stopped her.

"What is this."

Fanny immediately stopped and looked up at him.

"Just a little local anesthetic."

"Are not."

"But it's painful once you..."

"I said no. I hate any anesthetic. I want a glass of wine."

"No, you won't."

"Sorry?" Michel glared at her, eyes suddenly big and burning, sending a panicked lick down her spine.

"I mean you're still recovering. You can't drink alcohol."

Michel frowned.

"Shouldn't I drink alcohol?"

Fanny shook her head.

To her surprise, his face grew even more curious now, making her wonder how many expressions this man handled.

"What about cigarettes? I'm dying because I can't smoke." Then he asked and she just pressed her lips together and shook her head again.

Michel shrugged.

"Let's sew up the wound."

Licking her lips, Fanny said nothing, just stepped forward and set the injection aside, entering with salt water to clean the wound first, before she began to gently insert the thread.

Cautiously, she deftly used forceps and thread to start sewing, hearing him hiss in pain.

Quickly stealing glances at him, she noticed that he was holding his breath as he gripped the sheets tightly, trying not to disturb her.

"If you breathe normally, you'll find that it won't be as bad."

Fanny almost expected a comment, but instead, she just heard him exhale, seeing him bite his plump bottom lip as he closed his eyes tightly.

Putting the last knot in and cutting the last thread short, she finally stows the tool.

"Done. You can put your clothes on." She quietly informed him, Michel immediately relaxed at her words and opened his eyes again.