"Samuel, the doctor told you not to touch it!" I shrieked, slapping his hands.
"But it itches!" he pouted, trying to scratch the stitches.
Emerald rolled her eyes before walking over and slapping him on the back of the head. Samuel glared at her, but instead of shrinking back she glared back at him. I awkwardly stood there, watching them as they just glared at each other. Eventually, Samuel sighed in defeat and leaned against his pillows. "How long are they staying in for?" she asked.
I shrugged, "They're the ones that dissolve."
"Ah, they take a day and forever on us. Okay, well, they only take a few days, but still." she rambled.
"That's too long, I'm not even allowed to do anything for the next five days. How am I supposed to run a kingdom?" Samuel groaned, a hint of fear and panic
