But the country needed heroes like Wesley. Wherever the fight, whoever the enemy, the country would send their best. He followed a different path from others, a path of sacrifice, a path of service. He stood ready to defend the nation, ready to fight for what mattered. When the people needed him, he was there.

In Blair's eyes, Wesley was a hero.

Thanks to Wesley's strong will to survive, he lived. Soon, he started breathing on his own. Three days later, he was transferred to an exclusive ward. He was better but he still hadn't woken up yet.

Cecelia, tended to Wesley every day, along with a nurse. Blair would come help after she was off work. When she saw the nurse was about to wipe down Wesley's body, Blair grabbed the towel and offered to help.

Cecelia was surprised. Blair told her calmly, “Aunt Cecelia, I told you

Wesley always took good care of me. Now it's my turn to take care of him." She had already seen Wesley naked, even if it was only once. She would do what she could. And these were extraordinary circumstances. It wasn't the time for her to feel shy about seeing his body.

Seeing the sincerity in Blair's eyes, Cecelia was moved and nodded.

Blair was a good girl.

Cecelia dismissed the nurse and walked out of the ward. Blair and

Wesley needed their privacy.

Blair dampened the towel in a basin of warm water, wrung it, and began to wipe down his body carefully.

It was then that she got a closer look at his wounds-some were deep cuts and some were minor scratches. She tried to avoid wiping the gauze or the small wounds with ointment on them.

Tears blurred her vision as she gently touched the gauze on his body.

It pained her heart to see these wounds. Poor guy. Stabbed, shot. He had to be in a lot of pain.

She cursed those criminals who wounded Wesley so badly. They were so cruel. Didn't they know she was waiting for him? She let out a heavy sigh at the thought of it.

A few days passed. Blair did the same thing every day and got better at tending to a patient. The nurse only came in to monitor vital signs, tend the machines, and be there when Blair could not be. But the day-to-day tasks Like rotating the patient, wiping him down, etc, were handled by the young translator.

Blair had asked for two weeks off. She devoted all her time to taking care of Wesley at the hospital.

One day, Talbot came to visit Wesley. He chatted with Blair in a hushed voice in the ward. What they didn't know was that Wesley was starting to wake up from a coma.

Talbot told Blair stories about Wesley.

"Do you remember when we were training freshmen at your university? One day, our chief went to the girls’ dorm to check the sanitation. Eight girls blocked his way and flirted with him mercilessly. They were brave, but they chose the wrong guy. Chief is a guy who'd been taught all sorts of tricks to resist torture. It was nothing for him to resist a gaggle of hot girls."

Blair pictured the scene in her mind where Wesley was surrounded by a group of beautiful women. She couldn't see it.

The wound in Talbot's arm was healed. As he ate the sunflower seeds, he continued the story.

“So those university girls were too much. How could they ever get through to that guy? And it backfired, really. Far from being tempted, he was a rock. I heard that our chief wore an angry face the whole time, as if he were about to throw those girls out of the building! And they paid for it, too. He was so hard on them the next day in training. Few, if any of us, would have been able to resist these girls' charms. So, naturally, we wondered if he was gay."

“And then?" Blair's curiosity was piqued.

Talbot paused to recall more details. Then he went on slowly, "Those eight girls were too tired to walk after their punishment and they all lay down on the playground to rest. One of them was ballsy and reported