Nothing like home

When I was delivered back to the Fotiadis, the medic patched me up with magic, medicines, and other medical tools.

I was inside my room, covered by the blanket of my bed. The Fotiadis family surrounded me as the doctor spoke with a notebook in his hand.

"Drink these pills to clean your system from the narcotics. Nausea should wear off after an hour. Also, your leg will be fine after a month of complete rest. Luckily, the blade didn´t cut deeper into your muscle, otherwise, your ability to run would have been gone for the rest of your days"

A chill ran down my spine when I heard that.

I saved my life and reputation with Herion, but I almost lost a leg.

I need to be more careful from now on...

The doctor went to Herion and handed him a note saying: "This will be enough for him". The man nodded as he thanked the medic for his services, and his wife followed both while leaving my room.

Now I was alone with Verónica, who seemed quite angry.

If I was in a better situation, I would be strugg