Sylvester's POV.

The motorbike stopped in front of this man and I watched as Caroline took her helmet off and talked to the man in front of me. This man in a white coat should not be more than twenty-five years old, could he really heal my injuries? With a skeptical mind, I followed him into the hospital after she drove the motorbike away.

I had never been in a pack hospital before; at Baylor Castle, there were family doctors dedicated to our Lancaster family.

The long passageway smelled bad as the young man introduced himself and I listened absentmindedly, thinking I'd bandage it up and get some painkillers back....