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~Lisa's POV
I sat quietly on the bed, my fingers twisting the edge of the blanket. My body still felt weak, but it was nothing compared to before. Damon had left the room a while ago after saying I could spend a week with my father. I was still trying to wrap my head around that. He agreed. He agreed.
There was a soft knock at the door.
"Come in," I said, my voice still hoarse.
The royal physician walked in with his satchel and gave me a small smile. "Good morning, Lisa."
I tried to smile back. "Good morning."
He pulled the stool close to the bed and sat down, placing the satchel beside him. "I just want to check one last time before you're cleared to travel."
I nodded slowly. "Alright."
He checked my pulse, then my eyes and throat. He asked a few questions: how I felt, if I'd eaten anything, and if I was still dizzy. I answered them as best as I could.
When he was done, he gave a firm nod.
