She was crying intensely. Why had she chosen Lucien when his treatment was so painful? She should've chosen a healer instead. But she wanted Lucien. She had brought this on herself.
"It hurts a lot."
"You're crying. Should I stop?" Lucien left what he was doing and sat next to her.
"No, don't stop.
"Continue. It is for my own good, right?"
"Okay, anything you say," Lucien shrugged, going back to kneeling between her legs, treating her injury with his flames once more.
Ivy squeezed her eyes shut in pain.
So the treatment that was both sweet and painful continued.
Minutes later, Lucien was done. He stood up, and looked at her.
"You were hit in the head," he said.
"Let me treat your head." Lucien got up, his stature towering over her.
Ivy looked at him with a confused expression and then remembered that she was hit on the head.
"Wait, with flames?" she questioned.
