After the SSS Beast Slave Bites the Hand That Saved Him, I Choose to Watch Him Bleed Chapter 07

After the SSS Beast Slave Bites the Hand That Saved Him, I Choose to Watch Him Bleed Chapter 07

He pushed himself off the bed and dragged his 

bad leg around the screen. 

“Stop! No more drinking!” 

I blocked Gideon. “None of it’s for you.” 

“If you want some, go ask Audrey.” 

Gideon’s tail drooped instantly. He lifted that nasty, barely–edible sludge to his mouth. 

With less food and the wrong medicine, Gideon’s 

wounds healed slowly. 

Audrey changed his bandages every few days at best. Sometimes she’d crush half the herbs, then 

run off to play, completely forgetting about Gideon 

stuck in bed. 

Ten days passed. His wound started turning 

black. 

He couldn’t sleep at night from the pain. 

Theron, though, got better every day. His fur grew 

more beautiful, shining like silver in the sun. 

Every time he improved a little, he’d rub his head 

against me. 

He saw how much I liked his ears and tail, so he 

started offering them to me. 

Wolf fur is coarse. Not soft and fluffy like 

Gideon’s. 

But I loved it. 

I rubbed the base of his ears and watched his 

eyes half–close in pleasure. 

Every time I did, Gideon would stare at us with this 

venomous look. 

Then he’d let out a huff from behind the screen. A 

dismissive sound. 

Nobody paid him any attention. 

Theron still couldn’t walk on his own yet. 

I wanted him to get more sun, so I decided to build 

him a wheelchair. 

There was an old carpenter in town. I brought him. 

two pounds of meat and learned from him for a 

few days. 

Then I came back and started planing wood, chiseling joints. 

I got three blisters on my hands. They popped. Then new ones formed. 

When I finished, I carved a crooked little flower on 

the backrest. 

The clinic’s backyard was small. I did the whole 

project out there. 

Gideon watched from the window. He saw 

everything. 

He stared at that focused figure in the yard, and in 

his head, he knew for sure, She still cares about 

1. me. She’s just too proud to say it. 

That ugly wolf is just to make me jealous. To 

make me give in. 

And those herbs? She definitely hid them 

somewhere. No way she’d actually give them to 

anyone but me. 

Thinking that, Gideon felt a little warmth in his 

chest. 

If she’s going this far for him, the least he could do 

is throw her a bone. 

Gideon wagged his tail. He’d already made up his 

mind. 

When I rolled the wheelchair inside, he was leaning against the window frame, ears up, a weird smile 

on his lips. 

“If you want to apologize, just say so. You didn’t have to build a whole chair in the yard for me to 

see.” 

Gideon flicked his tail. “I accept your apology.” 

“Now roll it over here so I can try it.” 

His eyes were full of want. He was already 

pushing himself up, scooting toward the edge of 

the bed. 

“Did you sand down the edges? You know how 

delicate my skin is. I’d hate to get scratched…” 

Just as his hand was about to touch the 

wheelchair, I pushed it back out of reach. “Gideon, 

I thought it was just your leg that was busted. But 

your brain’s broken too?” 

“Who said this chair was for you?” 

Right in front of Gideon, I helped Theron into the 

wheelchair. 

Theron was way taller than me. When he stood up, 

I had to tilt my head back to see his face. 

But he was so gentle. He kept one hand on my 

shoulder, not daring to put any weight on me, 

scared he’d crush me. 

He sat down. For a second, he didn’t move. 

Then he tentatively pushed the wheel with one 

hand. 

The chair rolled forward a few inches. 

His gray–blue eyes went wide. His tail wagged like 

crazy behind the chair. 

He pushed again. And again. 

The wheelchair rolled out of the room and into the 

backyard. 

When Theron and I passed Gideon, I made a point 

of stopping. 

“Isn’t the wheelchair I made for Theron nice?” 

Gideon gritted his teeth so hard he tore a splinter 

off the windowsill.