Rockan
I didn’t like the suggestion of bringing in a healer. We still had zero idea of what was wrong with Denera, and things had taken a drastic turn in a matter of minutes.
She lay unconscious, her breath shallow, her face pale. I couldn't bear seeing her like this. My mind raced with worst-case scenarios, and I felt utterly powerless.
Impatiently, I paced back and forth in the hallway outside her room. Every few steps, I would glance at the door, hoping for some miracle. Then minutes stretched into what felt like hours, each one a reminder of how helpless I was.
The problem wasn't just that I didn't trust healers. I had a history with them, a history that had left me scarred in more ways than one.
My face bore a mark that numerous healers had tried and failed to remove. Each fail
