Samika's POV
I sit on the edge of the chair, gripping it tight. I can feel my toes. But I can't move them yet. My healer says it's a long and tough process. And this is just a trailer of what's yet to come.
The healer sends a wave of magic into my legs making me scream in pain. But I am allowed to do only two things during this process. Either scream my lungs out loud. Or hold the chair tight and shut the f**k up. My healer didn't really give me any other option.
"You need to get that thing out of your head," my healer Sylvia says and I know what she is implying at.
"I do my best but it keeps returning. I only have a month left," I tell her in an entirely hopeless voice.
Her magic detected the voice in my head, before than the wound in my leg. Sylvia is one of the very few gifted
