Yarin's POV:
I held my head in frustration, but there was a sharp pain in my hands. I couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
"What's wrong?" Heller asked.
I looked at my bandaged wrist and muttered, "Why isn't it over yet…"
Heller immediately understood it, "Did you touch the wound on your wrist? The doctor had just finished the surgery and said it would be fine after it grew back on its own, but if you moved too much, it might cause the newly sutured wound to be dislocated. Does it hurt? I'll ask the nurse to give you some painkillers."
"No need. I'm just a little surprised. Usually, I'll recover after a night's sleep."
My entire body was like plastic that could be melted and reassembled at will, so the sharp weapon couldn't cause any actual damage to me.
