Nana once told me that sometimes when you are faced with a bigger problem all your other problems become minor. She said there was one time she had twisted her ankle that she was finding it hard to even walk on, but when their home caught fire she was the first to escape.
She claimed it was only after she was out and safe that she even remembered that she had hurt her ankle. Of course I had completely disagreed with her. They are two different things right? Perhaps her ankle wasn't really twisted.
But right at this moment, that's exactly what was happening. Whether it was the drugs or perhaps the fever was partly only due to hunger, or probably because she was faced with a more life threatening issue aka the dragon man in front of her, she suddenly felt not so sick anymore. Even the cuts on her knuckles hurt less as she staggered back.
