Chapter seventy nine: Honey, weren't you injured yesterday?
Lucinda May took care of Jamie like a mother caring for her sick child. She wiped the sweat from her face and lifted the cup close to her mouth to take a sip of water.
Jamie coughed slightly as the water went down the wrong pipe. She sat upright and rested her back on the soft pillow. But everything ached and everything felt Injured. She coughed one more.
"You don't have to take care of me, Lucinda" Jamie complained lightly. She was grateful to see a familiar face. It was better than having strangers tend to her like she was a bothersome duty they had to perform.
"I don't mind. I have to ensure you eat properly and drink liquid at certain interval to aid in healing, your majesty"
Jamie knew she should just say thank you to a good friend.
"Thank you, May"
