Enzo chuckled weakly, his lips twitching into a small smile. His pale face showed strain, but his eyes held a faint glimmer of amusement. "Don't worry, it's not that bad at all. Andrei is just trying to scare you. I'll be fine." He turned his head toward Andrei. "Go on."
Andrei nodded, snapping the forceps once again, eliciting a gasp from Adeline. Scoffing, she stepped away from Andrei's side and circled the bed, her finger gripping the bedpost as she stared at them, unsure if she could handle what she was about to see.
The moment the forceps dug into the wound on Enzo's stomach, blood welled up around their metal instrument. The revolting, squelchy sound filled the room, and a wave of nausea washed over Adeline.
She clamped her hand over her mouth, gagging at the sight, her head shaking violently as she turned away. "I can't—oh god, I can't do this anymore."
But then, she stopped herself.