I’m alone for the whole day. Cyrus doesn’t come back to see me and it serves me right, for letting myself say whatever comes to my mind. But despite being an emotional wreck, my physical state gets much better.
In fact, I feel so much better, that I’m able to go to the bathroom without the nurse’s help. Which is a welcome improvement. The whole day seems to drag on forever, apart from the occasional visits from one nurse or the other, who keep bringing me blood.
By the fifth time, I already feel so full of energy that I could go for a jog. Without kidding. I don’t do that of course, I know that I shouldn’t overstrain myself until I get the green light from doctor Cyrus.
My heart clenches again as I think of him. How did it all get so messed up? When I scroll through my phone later in th
