Nate didn't ask for the medical report yesterday, so I assumed she was prolly occupied, and didn't want to disturb her, besides I got back late.
I was to officially resume today, and could still feel the tension, I felt yesterday. "He is not a monster, breathe." I reminded myself of Nate's words, as a way of relaxing my nerves.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror has become an habit for me, lately. My hands ran through my stomach, as I tried to feel for any movement. I know I was being silly, because it's too early for that.
Reaching out for my hair, I tried dressing it just like the way Nate did yesterday. The result wasn't as beautiful as hers though. My name tag laid on the bed, and I stared at with admiration, like it was golden. It read 'PERSONAL ASSISTANT TO DANIEL BRADFORD, KH
