"Don't you need gentle hands to take care of you after a big fight?" She gave me one of her suggestive smiles again.
"No, thanks, I'm good. Anyway, since the task is completed, I'm leaving. I will be waiting for the good results of the trial."
I turned away and jogged toward the taxi. There was only one minute left before it crossed the fifteen-minute limit.
"Hey, take this," she threw something at me, something so small that I barely managed to catch it in my hand. "Sweet dreams," she said before disappearing herself.
I popped the healing pill into my mouth quickly, letting it work its magic and fix my arm. Unfortunately, it wouldn't save my shirt.
"I'm back, take me to Rose Street," I instructed the driver as soon as I climbed into his cab. He started the car without any questions and hit the gas.
