Hunter's POV

　　The moment I entered the examination room, I scanned her from head to toe, my gaze lingering on the bruise and cut on her forearm. My expression turned stern, and I sighed audibly, shaking my head.

　　"What happened to you?" I asked, my voice firm but laced with concern.

　　"It's just a small bruise." She tried to brush it off, downplaying the severity of the injury, but I wasn't having it.

　　"Don't give me that," I said, my tone ...