The days are passing, and I am slowly getting over the rude attack that happened three weeks ago. My body is mostly healed, the scratches have faded and my muscles are no longer sore. The only thing that keeps bothering me, is my leg. The bruise is no longer visible, and the pain has been gone for almost a week, but yesterday it started hurting again, when I was in the supermarket. I managed to get home by myself, but it was terrible. I didn't tell Yongguk yet. Maybe it's just an aftermath of the bruise, I probably didn't take enough rest. It would only worry him, and it will probably be gone in a few days. So I'll just have to it up and pretend nothing is wrong. He is having a terribly busy time, preparing for the oncoming tour. Well, oncoming, it will be at least three more months before they get to actually perform, but there are a lot of rehearsals and promotions going on already. The last thing my husband needs right now, is a whiny wife. 

"I don't know, Omma, it keeps on hurting. I barely slept last night," I mumble towards my phone, that is lying on the counter while I'm preparing dinner.

"Have you spoken to a doctor already, dear?" It's typically my mother to say that. To hear, doctors are like priests. She takes every word they say to her heart.

"Omma, it's probably nothing. Doctors have better things to do!" 

"What does Yongguk say?" Right, and when she can't win, she involves her favorite son-in-law. Her only one, but still s