He was at my bedside with a few graceful steps. He pulled the red and tan chair up to it and sat down with his legs crossed. He just stared at me. What was I supposed to do? I felt like he was laughing at my flaws. That was until he spoke to me, his voice raising goose bumps on my whole body. “How are you feeling?” He watched me with eyes that any model agency would definitely want on their magazines. “I guess I’m fine, I don’t really know why I’m here though..” My voice shacked with uncertainty