"How do you feel? Would you like me to call the doctor back? Or Kane? Or Mama? Or..."
"Calm down, Nala," I laughed a bit, my throat hurting in the process. "I am perfectly okay. Except for my body being weak, it hurts just a bit." I replied, running my hands on her back. She was doing the same thing, running her hands slowly, and sometimes pausing a bit to graze the curves of my burn before continuing.
She's still in my embrace, and I suppose she had no plans of pulling away any time soon. Not that I'm complaining though.
"You scared me," she murmured softly. "Especially when everyone says nothing can be done to help you."
"It's always been that way," I whispered, bringing one of my hands to her hair and feeling the soft texture of her curls.
"How so? Oh, and is it weird that I don't
