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Those two week Dojime spent tending to Anastasia hand and foot, giving her food and water when ever he could force her to take it, making sure she didn't hurt herself, and icing her when ever her fevers got to bad.
Now Dojime was sitting shirtless next to the bed. For someone who made a creed based on not getting hit he still had quite a few scars. "We're not sure," he answered. "But it wasn't just a concussion. You were either very sick or someone tried to poison you again. You've been close to death for weeks."