Darilus’s POV
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It’s been so long since I got my nose broken. My brother once punched me in the face for trying to steal his food. We had a big fight about it and of course, he cheated by using his magic. It was an effortless time to live in, centuries ago. Before the plague, power, and politics got to us.
Before morality and ideals set us apart.
Bifta counts down from five. One of her hands is on my nose while the other holds my forehead to keep my head still.
“Five… four…” It’s a trick she uses all the time. She counts from five. And then she will choose randomly out of the four other numbers to move the bones. That way, the patient would not expect it and won’t give subconscious resistance.
Bifta does my nose in the count of two. The sound of bones cr.acking loudly fills the entir
