es stomping in my head, or at l

p. B

re a

e damn

out of the lab; I wou

pain that surged

vision was blurry for a few

to hold my pounding

to my hands, restricting me

y boot-like footsteps stumbled on the floor

ont of

Da

t I wished he saw the excitement

he

ross his handsome features,

voice. "You're awake." He continued, I

ausing retention in the

rushing his warm palm on my face. "I wil

to get the doctor

t itches as I tr

rned to me swiftly,

snif

fferent. Not

man in my life shed a

ing in my power t

h

se of me he

y say is wrong

me in this hospital bed, putting on this hospital gown

fter pinning himself at that ver

nor crisis, you

t a comfort

times, and it hasn't

ut I wouldn't push things; Dad wa

g have I

t asking questions." He said that last past with

st. I will be back with the do

le nurse. He was the doctor and he looked a few years older than my Dad as he wa

is voice was calming and

from whatever rust

ing, d

u." He said, looking over his shoulders at my dad, who stoo

will do the in

ter." He whispered into the nurse

dib

immediatel

ill be pleased to let me." He said with a grin, handing out

s throat and c

spill out of my

lie

te the handshake, so he thoug

est of the medications." He held up the earpiece of the stethoscope and stock

back to normal sin

s folded at his chest, still

e to check my throbbing head, it's poundi

eat is normal

m medication; you will

mild headache, It will b

nod

il

eballs might burst out of its

*

nce I was discharged f

the lounge, enjoying t

ckapoo puppy; I

emise of my noisy old parrot; it gave my dad feedback

o stay with us; she's going to help me look after you." I stopped

e lounge chair but I was the only one

ter, at least t

about my distant fami

Miss Beatrice, my supposed aunt. My an

to make good jokes

Miss Beatrice is c

ally in frustration

pest." He concurred

igh

my room; I haven't touched it since

t, Rose. You don't need t

s just my room.

uching anything." he sat up

as started to

'm fragile since the moment w

ew days, but I'm not a glass;

by myself, It's like a par

fucking s

ng a usual thing for Mr Arthu

his eyes,

sorry