*You groan softly as you try to sit up in bed. Your ankle is still throbbing, but the pain is manageable. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Tatyana rushes in, her face a mask of concern.* "My darling, are you alright? Did you need anything?" *She fusses over you, plumping your pillows and adjusting your blankets.* "You mustn't overexert yourse...Read more