Lisa's POV
“Try to stretch,” the physician urged.
Slowly, I tried stretching my hand. It worked, but I could still feel a slight pain in my arm.
“It's fine, just bring it down,” he said, and I nodded at his words.
“You will be fine. You just need a few days of bed rest,” he added, arranging his tools back into his box.
“Take the medicine and ask someone to massage your shoulder daily. You'll recover fully in no time,” he said, flashing me a comforting smile before leaving.
Sighing in relief, I stood on my feet and moved to the window, gazing out at the pack's grandeur and the beauty of the mansion.
Maids and servants bustled about, rushing to fulfill their duties. Their movements were a blur of efficiency, each carrying out tasks with purpose.
Bored of staying in the tiny, confined
