(Author's POV)
After a while, Dr. Andrew came to the pack house and didn't waste anytime to enter Myra's room with his medical kit. He sat beside Myra on a chair and checked up on her injured foot meticulously, "How do you feel right now, Ms. Miracle?"
"Ishhhhh ... Not quite good" her voice came out as hoarse and iffy, as she tried to suppress the pain she was feeling.
"How about now?" he gently massaged her joint point and asked her again without looking up at her.
A shrill escaped Myra's mouth unknowingly; the pain was unbearable for her as her eyebrows creased.
"Careful," three different and distinct voices echoed throughout Myra's room. Nora had a worried expression on her face, when she said that. But both her brothers, Dion and Elio, they had a complex emotion on each of their faces, concerned as well as lingering anger, that kind of a look.
The three siblings mind linked Dr. Andrew simultaneously.
