Erik’s POV

“I’m fine!” I argued with Myrtle for the hundredth time. That old bat wasn’t backing down either, hooking me up to a bag of intravenously injected antibiotics. “This will pass. I don’t need all of this! I will not die from something like a measly infection.”

Myrtle wasn’t responding to me. Instead, she looked over at Magnus and said, “Keep him in this bed.”

“My pleasure, ma’am,” Magnus replied and I knew I was done for. ...