But luckily, the school nurse's attention was completely on the puncture wound.
"Oh my god, is that silver?" she gasped, horrified. "How did it—"
"Someone put a silver needle in my shoe," I groaned weakly.
"Heal it," Ezra ordered curtly to the nurse.
Yet she wrung her hands nervously, sweat beading on her forehead. "I… I can't… That's beyond my skill…"
"Can't even treat a simple wound? How did you get this f*****g job?" Ezra growled.
She looked terrified by his glare. "It—it's not a simple wound. This is a puncture wound from silver! Even if a doctor from the Healer's Association came, I suspect this injury would still leave a permanent—"
Ezra suddenly let out an enraged growl.
His aura exploded, sweeping through the room like a violent wind. Medicine bottles on the shelves shatter
