Chapter XLI
Waking up from the sound of whistling kettle, her eyes slowly opened but only to be squinted from the brightness of the rays of sunlight escaping from the ripped fabric of her roof.
Grunting, she lifted her hand to cover her face from being blinded by the light. She can feel how her back hurts from lying there for approximately at her estimate, maybe a thousand years?
The whistling kettle stopped when she heard that someone turned the stove off. Sounds of clanking cups made out of clay colliding with the stainless steel spoon, she heard how the hot water is being poured in it.
Leisurely, she shifted on her place and wince in pain from the stroke of ache on her nape.
"Careful, your wound is still fresh." A familiar voice uttered. "I mean it's been a week since Dr. Ramona pu
