A full week later, the bright morning sun shone through the large glass windows of the Kennedy estate.
The family doctor stood next to the large bed. He was holding a small pair of metal scissors.
Snip. Snip.
He carefully cut the white linen bandages that had been wrapped tightly around Zade's head for the past seven days.
"How are you now?" the doctor asked. His voice was calm and professional as he slowly unwrapped the long strips of white cloth, revealing the young lord's face layer by layer.
Zade sat up straight against his soft pillows. He took a deep, refreshing breath of cool air now that his nose and mouth were completely free. He moved his jaw from side to side, testing his muscles.
"I feel fine," Zade replied, his voice sounding strong and clear again. The swelling was completely gone.
