Chapter 191

Tristan curved his lips into a smile and reached out to Megan. Her hand landed softly in his palm. With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and resting his forehead lightly against her tummy. Brandon scoffed. "I was just about to give you anesthesia. A third of your stitches have popped. How the hell did that happen? You're asking for an infection." Megan gently ran her fingers through Tristan's tough hair. "He pulled them open hugging me earlier." Tristan let out a low chuckle. "No need for anesthesia. Megan's better than any painkiller." Brandon almost choked on the cheesiness. "Wow. You're really laying it on thick these days." He snapped on a pair of gloves, drew the anesthetic into a syringe, and jabbed it into Tristan's back. Two minutes later, he began stitching. "This was from a blast, right? Just how strong of an explosion was it to tear you up like this? And where the hell have you been the past few days?" Brandon clipped the thread neatly. "L