Julia’s POV
As I lay in the hospital bed, George hovered over me like a mother hen, insisting on helping me with the simplest tasks. "George, I can put on my socks," I protested, but he wouldn't hear it.
"Dolcezza, you need to rest. Let me help you," he said, his brow furrowed with concern.
It has been twenty-four hours since my last crazy stomach upset and I felt agile and ready to bounce back to my usual routine but George kept pampering me instead and while I found it cute, I really wanted to leave the hospital.
I once had a bad flu while I was married to Theodore, I was in bad shape, running temperature, I could not eat or stand and the headache was traumatizing. Theodore left me alone that night at the flat to go partying.
So I don't mean to sound like an ingrate, I let George
