Chapter 63

• It was bad. Worse than any other pain I’d ever experienced. I had nothing to compare it to. It may have been better without the vomiting, which meant moving and muscles clenching—but the internal pain, that was off the charts. I panted quietly, trying not to breathe too deeply.
• “The initial shock is over, you should give her more eufori, my prince, it’s not completely finished.” The doctor released my wrist after checking my pulse.
• Mitz climbed across the bed and moped off my forehead and face. “None of us knew it was this bad, love.” She whispered.