AMELIA POV.
“You could have died Amelia!” My mother scowled at me as I sat on the bed in the infirmary. Even though I have insisted that I was fine and that the cut would heal quickly, Michael insisted on it. I was more concerned about lyker, but he seemed fine too. The wound has stopped bleeding and there were clear signs that it has already begun healing, just like mine. “I’m fine mom, see? I’m already halfway healed.” I said as I pointed to my leg, but she still looked at me with a chastising expression. “Still, you could have been killed, Amelia.” She said as she sat across form the hospital bed in her wheelchair. “No, I wouldn’t have. I knew I had speed on my side because he has been working out to improve his strength, but he never considered that he would need strength as well.” I
