Drake felt his body being lifted into the air, suspended for a while then hurled mercilessly at the door. A great wave of pain swept across every part of his body, majorly his back. It's safe to think that he broke few ribs.
OH SHIT.
He groaned, pressing his back to the door, as he dropped on the floor.
"It's such a waste. Now you'd have to visit a hospital."
He looked up slowly at the girl who was seated on the bed as though nothing happened.
"Did you do this?"
As dumb as the question was, Drake couldn't help but ask. It was way too hard to believe. He couldn't even process it, let alone draw a conclusion.
"You should go quickly to her before she leaves home for her drawing classes."
Drake watched her slump into the bed after giving the instructions.
HOW COULD SHE BE POWERFUL THAN ME?
He tried to get on his feet but fell back down.
"Oh, poor you."