Layla's POV
When the doctor returns again, he doesn't greet me or ask how I'm feeling. He just stands at the foot of the bed with a tablet in his hands, scrolling through results like he's trying to decide whether to argue with them or accept them.
I sit on the edge of the mattress with my feet planted on the floor, barefoot and grounded. My ribs still ache when I breathe too deeply and it's not just a dull ache, its a sharp one that takes your breath away instantly as soon as it hits.
There isn't even much they can do to ease the pain either. I had been given high strength pain killers, but they only took the edge off and didn't erase the pain completely.
Freja shifted restlessly under my skin, irritated at the hold up of still being confined to the hospital, in a space that
