Freya’s POV
The hotel's on-call doctor arrived quickly, his expression professionally neutral as he examined my ankle. After a thorough assessment, he prescribed some anti-inflammatory medication and recommended rest.
"The sprain is moderate," he explained. "With your... unique healing abilities, you should recover in about twelve hours, but I'd advise staying off it completely for at least six."
Johnny nodded seriously while I fought the urge to roll my eyes. A simple sprain was nothing compared to what I'd endured before. The doctor left the medication and bandages with us, and as soon as he departed, Johnny knelt before me again.
"Give me your ankle," he instructed, already opening the cream.
I reached for the tube. "I can do it myself."
Johnny fixed me with a stern
