"What do you mean I'm not healed yet!" William loudly raged.
His friends were utterly baffled by such a response, and they feared he was going to be gone for good very soon. As in simpler words, it seemed like he talked with himself, and such signs certainly didn't point towards sanity.
[Well if you remembered things properly, you'd know that a little mouthful of honey wouldn't be able to cure a severe disease.] The system pointed out the obvious.
Yet a whole debate was avoided once the boy noticed an interesting twist!
The degree of torture he felt recently, was solely related to the bones which grew across his right arm, it swiftly became the main problem for a little while. In this case, such volumes of pain began to disappear!
"Oh, it feels like something's molesting my arm." William muttered.
