"Doctor, when will I be able to get on my feet and walk freely?" I questioned the doctor for the umpteenth time. She was busy cleaning up my opened wound and had been silent all the way. Others had left the room, leaving me with the lady Gaga (Clarabelle) and the doctor.
"Doctor, ehen will I..."
"Stop asking questions leticia." She cuts me off, looking quite irritated.
Well, it's not my fault that I have been wounded a stab from a sword. I should ask, because I am really tired of staying around this woman staring creepily at me.
"But why shouldn't I?"
"Obey the doctor and stop asking questions, little girl!" Lady Clarabelle snapped at me. Little girl? Only Devon is allowed to call me that. it sounds good when he calls me that, but when others call me with that name, I think it's an insult. I glared at her, before diverting my attention to my bandaged wound. "The dark steel are leaving your body. You should take a rest."
