CELINE

I grit my teeth as sharp pain shoots through my senses, but I endure it. This isn’t the first serious wound I’ve had.

By the time she finishes fifteen minutes later, I’m drenched in sweat, my clothes sticking to my body, and I’ve torn up my lower lip from biting it, but it’s true—the sharp pain from the beginning has faded.

“You need to leave this on for a few days, and you’ll heal, don’t worry,” she explains, wiping her forehead tiredly.

“Thank you so much, Laila. I don’t know how to re