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Rodri's POV

Doctor Ryan came into the room a few moments later, when I had already disconnected the IV tube from my arm and was standing by the glass wall of the VIP hospital ward, staring at the night sky outside.

“I knew you would be out of the bed the moment you woke up.” He chuckled, walking closer.

I turned away from the outside view to stare at him instead. He was in his doctor’s white coat as usual, with his glasses hanging off the bridge of his nose. He paused in front of me, and asked,

“How are you feeling, Rodri? Any more symptoms?”

“I’m fine.” I said a bit too forcefully. Then I closed my eyes briefly, brushing my hand through my hair. “I am just so fucking pissed off at that restaurant. I’m a fucking regular costumer of theirs, but they should be expecting a lawsuit pretty soon.”

Doctor Ryan nodded grimly. “It’s strange. Because the amount of allergy properties I found in the blood test we conducted, was a lot. Almost concentrated. And your reaction to it was very serious,