“This is good news Mister Jaccobich. She’s recovering fast than I expected. It’s still a week after she takes the prescription, and the lady is doing well. I guess there’s nothing to worry about,” the doctor said as he was looking at my current records. I was sitting at the side of the bed, looking at both Reign and the doctor. The current room I was in was surrounded by blue, and even though I know who owns this room, it still doesn’t seem to sink into my brain. For the whole week, I slept here, in Reign’s room. I wonder where he slept while I was here. Reign’s room is too big, and if you look closely, everything is immaculate. Daily cleaned by the maids. I didn’t speak because the doctor was talking to Reign. I also recovered my voice the other day, but I was still careful because my throat was still a bit sore. “Thanks for the regular check you do for her, Doc,” Reign said, and then he looked at me.
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