He was much lighter than before.

Emily gently helped Satan back onto the bed. "You rest for now, I’ll go call the doctor—"

"Don’t," Satan grabbed her hand. "I’m fine... I’m not dressed. Don’t call anyone."

Emily shook off his hand, her voice firm, "Don’t hold me back. I need the doctor to check on you, to make sure you’re really okay."

"I know… Emily, please don’t," Satan pleaded, gripping her hand tightly. "I know my own body. I just need a little rest. Please, don’t ...