When I wake up there’s sunlight bursting through the window, and I hear someone calling my name. I blink until my vision is no longer blurry, and I see Myles is trying to wake me up. He smiles at me and says, “Hey, sorry to wake you up, I just thought it be best for me to take care of that cut before anything. Then I’ll leave you to go to sleep.”
I let out a yawn and sat up on the bed. I look around and see that I’m in Myles’s apartment's bedroom. Myles stands next to me and holds out my arm. He sighs before saying, “I know you hate hospitals, but are you sure you want me to do it? We don’t have any sedatives, or numbing cream. You’ll feel it all.”
I’m well aware of that, and I’m actually really nervous about it, but unless I was dying I was not going to a hospital. I do trust him enough
