The next morning, Lycan came to see me in the hospital ward.
"Good morning Tiffany ".
Lycan said to me, and sit next to me on the bed.
I noticed a gauze used to dress a wound, peeking out from the collar of Lycan's shirt.
"You are hurt?". I said to Lycan.
And reached up and tried to pull Lycan's shirt up to see the wound.
"It is nothing to worry about Tiffany, it's just a minor bruise I sustained while in combat with the rogues that day. What we should worry about now is your state of health; Old Trafford would be the rogues next city of attack, and we need to get there before the do". Lycan said to me.
He wouldn't let me see the gravity of the wound.
"Are we still going to Old Trafford city together?". I asked Lycan, looking away to avoid his face.
I had waited to see Mi
