I let out a sigh as I stared at my sister sitting on the anvil. Her visual exam didn't yield me any peace of mind except for seeing the number of scars I needed to fix. Livia might also have some sort of malnutrition or hormonal imbalance that caused her to bloom well into her teenage years. I just knew there was more to my sister's body that I needed to uncover, and I haven't even truly started the question-and-answer portion yet. "Okay, that's one part down," I mumbled out. "Let's move on to the hands-on aspect of the exam." "Hands-on?" "I'm going to be feeling your body out for any sort of abnormalities," I explained to my confused sister as paced in front of her. "You know how I taught you that we have organs inside our bodies that keep us alive?" "Yeah," Livia nodded. "You're going to check if they're working prope

It's... probably been a week since I personally oversaw Livia's minor health scare. While I found nothing of note during that time, I still put myself to task in treating her seemingly endless number of scars that riddled her body. In true, Olivia-like fashion, she vehemently denied needing treatment despite her wincing and moaning with every scar I reopened and stitched back properly. I really didn't understand why she constantly tried to keep telling me that she's fine when she was clearly not. I still remember the way she moved the day after she learned how to bind her own chest. It was like a huge weight was taken off her chest. Literally. "And I forbid you to have sex with just anyone, am I clear?" "Trust me, Sis. I don't plan on doing it with anyone anyway," Livia rolled her eyes at me as she hefted her new weapons by her side. "You don't need to worry about me suddenly

I can't believe I'm doing this... Looking around for something for me to write or draw on, I found nothing except the scraps and... wait.. Yeah, this could work. Walking towards a decent sheet of wood lying around at the edge of the workshop, I hefted it onto the table as I grabbed a piece of burnt wood to use as a writing utensil. Now that I thought about it, we should really put a permanent chalkboard here for better organization and design drawing. "You're gonna draw something?" Livia asked as I gave my improvised chalk a few test runs on the board. I thanked the seven hells that I wasn't facing her at the moment as I failed to fight off the grimace that formed on my face. If I was working with real chalk, I might've scratched the board with it with how bad I was currently feeling. Did I really have to do this? Shoul