Layla
The white walls of the hospital felt suffocating, even though I knew I was safe now. It was kind of similar to where Julian and Alpha Kale held me captive. Doctor Elara had examined me for what felt like the hundredth time, her gaze steady and reassuring as she made notes on her clipboard.
“Well, Layla,” she said, setting the clipboard aside. “You’re in remarkably good shape for someone who’s been through what you have. Bruises and scratches aside, you’re perfectly fit to go home. You are still weak though, that’s why they haven’t healed, but they’ll be gone in no time.”
I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “Thank you, Doctor,” I murmured, my voice still raspy.
Elara smiled warmly. “Try to take it easy for the next few days, alright? No heroics.”
I nodded, thoug
