Rafael's POV
Fuck.
I cursed inwardly while treating the cut on my lip.
Slight bruises were already blooming across my abs and chest, visible in the mirror where my unbuttoned shirt hung open, exposing bare skin.
From how I'd ended up coughing blood earlier, this amount of damage was expected. It didn't sting much, but I should've cracked Feren Howel's skull without hesitation.
How dare he do this to my body? Nana would definitely worry if she saw it. But if I covered it with bandages, she'd worry even more.
Should I kill him once he's in prison? Thirty millilitres of potassium chloride would be enough to stop his heart instantly.
I hissed when I pressed the bruised spot on my upper abdomen. There was a lump there.
I weighed my options between morphine and something simple like paracetamol.
Ah, there was no morphine here, so I tore open a pack of paracetamol and swallowed it dry.
My body had been strange ever since I met Nana again.
