THOR
Returning to the hospital ward, I found Freya sitting up, unusually composed for someone who’d supposedly been on the brink of death.
The physician was with her, scribbling on his clipboard, though he looked skeptical.
Just before I entered, their conversation caught my attention and I stopped.
“I’m sorry to say this, but you shouldn't have reacted that way since the allergy didn’t trigger a dire response. From the looks of it, you didn't ingest much hazel spice,” he said, lowering his voice. “You already healed. Why did you collapse like that? You made everyone worried.”
Freya twirled a strand of her hair, feigning innocence but not bothering to mask the mischief in her eyes.
“I don’t know. Maybe I was being dramatic.”
The doctor’s brows pinched together.
“Freya, I don't thin
