HERA’S POV
I STILL felt a slight sting in my wound, so Inigo didn't allow me to go to school. He was concerned that my wound might reopen, and, of course, I couldn't do anything but follow him.
Honestly, wherever I went, he followed and kept a watchful eye on me. If he weren't physically with me, he would check on me in my room almost every moment to see what I was doing. He even brought me food by himself because he wanted to avoid me walking around. He was stricter than the nurses who were also present in the mansion.
"What are you doing?" I turned to Inigo. Even though my head bowed down, I could still see him, and he was standing at the bathroom door. The truth is, I am really struggling in my life right now.
"I haven't been able to wash my hair for several days. I still have diffi
