Chapter 50 First Time for Everything

Nny slumped against her, barely responsive.

Worried he might pass out from blood loss, Eliza kept trying to talk to him during the car ride. Nn managed a few bhalf- /bhearted replies–just enough to show he was still conscious.

When they reached the hotel, she helped him toward the entrance.

“Wait…” Nn suddenly stopped.

Eliza frowned. “What is it? You need treatment, fast,”

There bwas /ba pause. Then, oddly, she noticed the tips of his ears had turned red,

“Are you running a fever?” she asked anxiously. “Or are they still following us?”

No.

JHis reply was tight, as if something bwas /bdifficult to say,

Eliza had rarely seen Nn look this awkward.

“bWell/b: What’s going on?” she asked.

“1” His ears turned redder. “Your ID…”

“My ID:” Then it hit her.

Right. She was still in high bschool/b.

A minor. Checking into ba /bhotel like this… was he embarrassed?

“You’ve never checked into a hotel with ba /bgirl before, bhave /byou?” she said, trying not tough.

So that’s why he was acting like this?

“Rx. I’ve got ban /bID.”

After cutting ties with the bRivers /bfamily, Eliza had kept her ID on her at all btimes/b.

Only then did Nn stop protesting.

Once inside. Eliza took the lead. Calm, confident–like she’d done this a hundred times.

She bhanded /bover her ID, signed in, asked about delivery ess.

Everything went bsmoothly/b.

“Here’s your key cards. This way, please”

The receptionist personally escorted them to bthe /belevator.

“Can bwe /bhave food delivered by robot here?” Eliza asked.

“Yes, of course.”

“Good.

bAs /bthe elevator doors closed, silence fell.

Then Nn asked, “This isn’t your first time booking a hotel broom/b, is it?”

Of course not.

The words balmost /bslipped out–but then she remembered she was still supposed to be a high schooler.

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“It’s my first time,” she replied.

“You seemed pretty familiar with the process.”

“I’ve seen it on TV,” she said.

But the moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it.

These stuff like that on TIT

When she bnced /bbat /bNn, his cars were even redder.

Ding.

The elevator arrived.

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Not wanting to continue the awkward conversation, Eliza quickly said, “Come on, let’s get that wound treated before it gets

She helped him into the suite and nearly stopped in surprise,

A presidential suite.

At his age, and he had a VIP card that booked this?

“TIl help clean your wound.”

She guided Nn to the couch and pressed him down gently, then immediately moved to find the medical kit.

High–end hotels like this usually had emergency supplies. Sure enough, she located a well–stocked kit without hesitation.

From the couch. Nn watched her work.

“You’ve stayed here before?

“No.”

“Then how’d you know where the kit was?”

bThinking /bfast, she replied. “I noticed it by the bdoor /bwhen we came in

bNn /bstill seemed suspicious.

To distract him, bEliza /bwhipped out her phone and quickly ordered antiseptics, painkillers, and suture materials.

“bYou’ve /balready treated this?” bshe /basked, examining the cut on bhis /babdomen.

It was a knife wound–most likely from a folding de. A temporary bandage had slowed the bleeding.

“That’s the only reason you stayed bconscious/b, bhuh/b?”

“It’s just a scratch. I’ll stitch it myself.”

“You’re not stitching anything,” she said tly. “I’ll do it.”

It bwasn’t /bideal–but she could manage.

b“/bSame as sewing fabric, right?” she muttered.

Nn said nothing.

Within minutes, a robot delivered everything she’d ordered–disinfectants, coagnts, painkillersb, /beven sterile surgical

thread.

Tus’ll sting a little,” she warned.

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She carefully bremoved /bthe makeshift bandage and began disinfecting the wound.

Nn’s brow beaded with sweat from the sting of the alcohol, but he didn’t make a sound.

Focused, Eliza worked with steady hands–cleaning, medicating, then stitching the wound closed

Despite the blood, the tension, and the sterile smell of medical supplies, her fingers never trembled.

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