Galen
I managed to put on my casual stay-at-home joggers despite the pain after my shower. I bit my lips at the burning ache throbbing in my right arm.
A relaxed sigh escaped my lips once my back rested on the bed. The door to my room was pushed open halfway. I opened my eyes to see who it was. Half her face was peeking into the room, and her glasses encasing her face were adjusted in her usual habit.
She withdrew once she saw me; her back probably faced the front of the door.
Was she scared of meeting me? Is that how insufferable I appear to others?
“Get in here, let's get this over with,” I yelled, my voice muffled with the agonising pain I was going through.
“Your sister said you should watch your tone when talking to me and learn to talk nicely.” She muttered as she entered my ro
