Warning: This chapter may be sensitive to some readers dealing with mental health issues.
I feel soreness from every inch of my body, this is honestly horrible. I would do anything just to get out of bed, out of my room yet I want to stay in my comfort zone.
I sighed, yet another day of boredom awaits me again. Andrew should be here any minute now with breakfast. I don't really feel like having it but I will probably get death threats if I don't eat.
I will probably get a change of bandages and band-aids too, I hate those. The nurses always disinfect the wounds every time. Plus they are horny as hell. At least they appear to be so.
I rose up adjusted the pillows behind me so I can adopt a sitting position. I started reading. My stomach growled. I was starting to feel burns. I let out a whimper and wrapped my hand around my abdomen.
"Ugh, I just wish everything heals once and for all."
What time was it? I felt my stomach burning, I really need to nibble on something. Then I heard steps it was probably Andrew. Finally food!
"About time!" I exclaimed I was about to go on a rant, I was cut off by Olivia came in. My mouth made an 'O' shape and then pursed my lips. It was like the cat swallowed my tongue.
More like her apparition made me swallow my words. Whatever she did make me halt. Why am I intimidated by the aura of this woman? She's married. Maybe it's like those weird hormonal teenage things where like in the movies or how some people claim they have this huge crush on someone they absolutely cannot be with.
It was like the more that person was unattainable the more attractive and tempting he or she became. I mean who can say no to a good old-fashioned forbidden love?
"You look like you just saw a ghost," Olivia said sardonically.
"Oh just a nightmare," I shook my head, "and I'm still dazed."
She nodded and placed a tray of food in front of me. I immediately went to reach or the bowl full of cut-up bits of orange. I got slapped on my hand.
"Ouch, what's your problem woman?" I exclaimed dryly as she was leaning in and was proceeding to take the cut-up pieces away. She instantly stopped and looked stunned at my tone. She turned her face to me, our eyes met, her green eyes pierced through me and then placed her hand on the bed's board with a loud thud.
"Oh, that would be Clarke. Mrs. Clarke for you." She said in a stern voice, raising her brows and with a forced smile.
How bold and feisty.
I narrowed my eyes and a curved formed itself on the side of my lips. What a compromising opposition we were in.
I shook my head. What the hell am I thinking?
"And what if I disobey?" My statement confused her and she looked baffled by it, I mean I was too.
Still forcing a fake smile, "then you will have to answer your mother for acting childish and unprofessional."
"I'm sorry I don't know what the hell am talking about," I said ruffling my hair.
"Just eat the damn food like the toasts first," she shook her head and took the bowl of oranges. "You can't have something that is acidic first thing in the morning," she continued.
"Why you salty now?" I said munching on the toasts. "This is salted butter on the toast right?"
She rubbed her temples, she sighed, "listen it's not really your fault. It's just the workload I have at the moment."
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