"A week!?" Thalina almost screamed, sitting up so fast she nearly sent the blanket flying.
Why was she even panicking? It wasn't like she had any urgent responsibilities. But still—passing out for an entire week?
That was just excessive. And let's not forget the part where she spat out blood.
"What exactly is wrong with me?" Thalina demanded, her eyes narrowing at the doctor.
"It's nothing to be worried about," the male doctor said, entirely too casual for someone delivering this kind of news.
Thalina gawked at him. Nothing to be worried about?! Was this man insane?
She blacked out, spat blood, and then slumbered like a cursed princess for an entire week—and this male had the audacity to act like this was normal? This world was seriously messed up.
Zorath, standing beside her with his usual calm demeanor, gently patted her arm. "Lina, there's no need to be worried," he said in that deep, soothing voice of his.
