"No. I can handle it," Severine repeated the same words she had told her doctor.
The IV drip from her hand was gone, and there wasn't even a tiny mark left on her skin.
She had long forgotten the damage she had done to her fingernails and her thigh, as there was no pain anymore.
It was as if none of it had ever happened. She was perfectly healthy, able to sit and eat on her own.
She sat up against the slanted backrest of the bed, trying to reason with a certain stubborn man. However, after such a long while, the results were still unsatisfactory.
Killian clearly disagreed. "You fainted in your room."
Turning his back, he started arranging all her medicines in different sections of the box.
Dr. Edmund had said she could leave the hospital since all her tests were fine. Moreover, they were all worried about her safety.
The hospital was under his surveillance, yet still he wished he could teleport her straight into his home.
He had already packed her clothes into a carry bag.
