The Male Leads Are Trapped in My House

Blood dripped steadily from the empty sleeve where his wrist should have been. A cloth had been tied around the severed area, but it didn’t seem to be stopping the bleeding.

Last time, his severed limbs had regrown almost instantly. So why wasn’t he healing now?

“What happened to your arm? Don’t tell me…”

Was it me? A wave of horror surged through me, making my body tense. Ezra hurriedly clarified.

“You already took care of the damage you caused. This is from someone else. It’s just one injury after another, so this time, healing is slower.”

“Holy shit. Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

I scrambled to my feet and moved toward Ezra. He furrowed his brows when I grabbed his sleeve.

“Of course, it hurts. Sorry, but you might want to back up. The smell’s bad.”

He placed a long cigarette between his lips and lit it with a lighter.

So that’s how he was coping with the pain. He’d been smoking nonstop.

I quickly rummaged through my belt bag, pulling out painkillers and anesthetics. When I took out the syringe, Ezra’s brow furrowed even deeper.

“Shit. Haah. You really carry that around in your bag?”

He exhaled smoke as he spoke, his expression shifting into something unreadable.

He must not have searched through my bag while I was unconscious. More restrained than I expected.

“I don’t need treatment. It’ll heal on its own.”

But it hurts, doesn’t it?@@novelbin@@

Ezra looked strangely unfamiliar with the act of showing his wounds to someone. His demeanor suggested he’d never been taken care of before.

Had he always believed there was no need for others to look after him because of his regenerative abilities? It was surprising he was still this composed.