Someone is talking, but I cannot move closer to the voices. Everything is hurting. My lungs feel heavy, like I cannot get enough air in. My arms and legs feel like someone tried to pull them off me and then sowed them on again. I can barely hold on to my body, and more pain shoots through me when I try to move. I concentrate on the conversation instead of opening my eyes or making more movements.
“She is sick. I would like her in the healing wards, where I can keep a close eye on her.” Doctor Valencia sounds strict, as always.
“She will not leave our sight,” Sam answers.
“She needs rest!”
“She gets that here,” both kings answer in unison.
“I left her with you after she almost died from drowning, and you used up her last reserves with your needs. And then, to top it off, you lost her w
