Karla’s povThe door opened quietly, and Alaric entered with the healer. She was a woman in her late forties who had kind eyes, but a no-nonsense expression. She wore a white coat that seemed to project an air of authority, but the gentle way she smiled at me undermined it. She walked up to the bed with a clipboard.“How are we feeling today, Karla?” she asked quietly.I glanced at her briefly before my eyes shifted to Alaric, who stood silently by the door. His arms were crossed, but his expression betrayed a hint of worry. “I’m fine,” I muttered.The healer didn’t seem phased by my attitude. She walked to the side of the bed, checking the machines hooked up to me. I watched her with suspicion, glancing between her and Alaric.“Let me check your vitals,” she said gently, and pulled out a stethoscope. She pressed it first lightly against my chest, then moved it to my wrist. “You’re doing much better than when you first came in,” she added, smiling softly.I didn’t respond as I kept wa
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