Healing

Lavina–POV

Two weeks later, I've been diligently monitoring my health, eager to aid in Archer's recovery. Yet, the doctor forbade any use of magic on him. "I need to see Archer," I insisted, frustration mounting as the doctor barred my approach.

"Why won't you let me see him?" I demanded, rising from the bed. My agitation mirrored that of my dragon, both of us yearning to be near Archer, yet thwarted by the doctor's steadfast interference.

"Please, Ms. Lavina, understand. We cannot allow you near Archer. Approaching him would nullify your powers, and the child we've managed to safeguard could be jeopardized," the doctor finally explained, offering a reason that stilled my protests. Rather than arguing further, I turned away, tears brimming as I grappled with my desperation to see Archer. His flirtatious smiles, the warmth of his confessions in his apartment, where he admitted his care for me, all flooded back. I'd sensed a change in Archer, a shift from playful affection to something