Contrary to what everyone seems to be convinced, I didn't need to be in the hospital any longer.
To be honest, the moment I woke up, I felt perfectly fine and wanted to walk out but chose to stay an extra day so that more testing could be done to ensure that I was perfectly healthy.
This was the request of my dear mother, so I obliged.
I had this strange feeling that if I didn't listen, she might've hit me in the head with a TV.
Although my father didn't say anything, the way his eyes were "speaking", he was telling me to just agree with her.
The only thing "wrong" with me was Selgaath's curse.
After inspecting the curse mark in a mirror during my stay at the hospital, the black lines somewhat looked like an octopus. Emphasis on the somewhat.
The knowledge about what the curse was existed in my mind even though no one explained it to me. It simply existed there the instant I woke up.
As I was getting dressed, I was having a conversation with the shitty god.
