Hesitations

Brayden has been hurting in every move. He hates it that even the slightest movement equates to a straining pain. He cannot move freely, nor can he have the freedom to stand.

“How long do I have to endure this, miss?” – he asked one of the witches who just entered the door

“Until your flesh is fully healed, sir.”

One of the nurses brought him food. He hasn’t seen what was happening outside of the room yet. Last night, he heard loud noises from the roundhouse, which he really wanted to check. However, the nurse was pretty clear with their instructions that he cannot get out of the room unless he’s fully healed. To emphasize that, a restricting spell was cast on him. Each time he tries to sit up from the bed, he immediately falls down flat in the mattress.

“When will that be? this already feels like forever!” – Brayden shouted

“Hopefully, it will be by tomorrow or the next day.” – the nurse with the food said.

The older nurse only stood by the door as the younger one placed the food