Kasumi instantly pulled back, her face flushing a deep crimson as if she'd just realized the weight of what she'd done. Her hands flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and embarrassment.
"Y-You… wait…" Her voice was flustered, her gaze darting between me and the door. "I'll bring the doctor… You're still injured…"
Before I could protest, she bolted out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the hallway. A moment later, she returned with the doctor and nurses in tow.
I'd already used my telepathy to ensure they'd play their parts perfectly. They moved with practiced efficiency, checking my vitals, examining the bandage on my neck, and exchanging professional nods.
"He is showing good recovery," the doctor announced, his voice calm and reassuring. "There's no problem. The wound wasn't infected, and he could be discharged and taken home." He adjusted his glasses, his tone leaving no room for argument. "There's no need to worry. Just don't get water on your bandage."
