Wriothesley Vision Novels & Stories

That eased the tension in Lunarys’ face and returned the smile to Solarys’. “I suppose that is reasonable,” Lunarys said with a nod, easily accepting Valery’s weak justification. “You haven’t seen us in a while. And if we combine that with the possibility of your eyesight getting worse…” Ouch. Her eyesight was not that bad, thank you very much.

I sigh deeply then awkwardly attempt to slide and scoot my whale-sized body down to follow her requests. Jackson moves to my left side, taking my hand in his. He kisses my forehead, keeping eyes on the doctor and her assessment. His left wrist is wrapped. “Is it broken?” I ask the last word ending in a grimace. “Sorry,” Dr. Magnussen says. “Just checking for dilation.” Jackson squeezes my hand while attempting to smile supportively to me. “Just a sprain,” he says.