The doctor visits me in silence, poking the borders of the bruise with a complicated expression. When I startle, he stops pressing and steps back with a complicated expression on his face.
«Were you wearing a corset when you hurt yourself?»
I nod and look at Alexander.
«It doesn't look too serious,» the doctor says, in the end. «I believe that the corset has caused this bruise, and it will take time to heal, but there isn't any damage to the internal organs.»
I look at the bruise and, indeed, it's now a dark blue horizontal line surrounded by different shades of green and purple. It's awful to look at, but it doesn't hurt as long as it doesn't get in contact with anything.
I resist the temptation of touching the dark spot because of Alexander's eyes following my expression. He's holding my hand between his, and his face is dark of worry. Seeing a war commander behaving like this is odd.
