After all, that was what happened to Lucas.

"Let... let go..." she told Jackson while Mr. Smith was switching to another needle, "When I'm in pain, I can't control myself."

"I don't care," Jackson wiped the sweat away from her forehead with his other hand, "If Lucas can get hurt for you, so can I."

Serenity was surprised. But before she could say anything else, Mr. Smith inserted another needle into her hand.

The pain was excruciating.

All she could do was clench her teeth and endure.

Her forehead was drenched in sweat again, despite having wiped it dry moments before. Large drops of sweat slid down her cheeks.

Jackson stared fixedly at Serenity. Although her fingers dug into his hand as she grimaced in pain, leaving trails of blood, he seemed unfazed, his attention focused solely on her.

Her face was contorted in agony. She clenched her teeth, trying hard to suppress and endure the discomfort. He could see bulging veins on her forehead and on the back of her hand.

When Mr. Sm