The last few days were strange. They still refused to let me leave the hospital and the only thing I had seen of the city so far was the view from my window. Estra came to visit twice, shared her magic with me and totally refused to talk to me about my condition.
My mom on the other hand tried to be as cheerful as possible, but I could see that she felt tormented. She was just a terrible liar when it came to me. With my father it was the opposite. He refused to see me at all and kept himself busy. For some reason they made me feel like I was at death’s door. It didn’t make any sense. I needed a dose of magic every two and half days, which was not that bad. I found out that Alarick could share his with me as well. I could feel when the level was getting critically low so then I would simp
