I just watched him heal the wounds I had sustained. Even though he was so angry with me he was still able to treat me, he also gave me a handkerchief to cover the tears that had dried on my cheeks, making me winced every time the bandage violently hit my wound. But every time he noticed that, he gradually slowing down. I'm currently sitting on the bed, my clothes are dirty, I have scars, bruises and wounds, but all he's healing is my arm-- the one with the worst wounds. To this time I still wonder what he meant by the punishment he was referring to. I could not...