Ethan was reclining on his bed in a half-sitting position, staring blankly at the TV, his face dark. He was supposed to be resting, but although it was late, and he was tired from all the fighting and… other stuff, he couldn't fall asleep at all.
How could he, when his arm was hurting so much?
Well, it didn't actually hurt, not really. He knew that it was all in his head. Catherine had already healed him (at least as much as it was possible). And the part of his arm that hurt the most? It was the part that he no longer had.
But that didn't change how he felt. It was still hard to bear…
And there was nothing he could do about it. Would painkillers be able to stop the phantom pain? He didn't know, but so far, he had tried the Recovery Pills, and they didn't work at all. Compared to the Pills and Catherine's healing, the Association's hospital's medicine seemed hardly worth relying on…
