Iris was the one who led me back to my room.
And then she stayed.
She dragged a chair in front of my bed and watched me like I was something fragile… or something broken.
Whichever one she believed, she was not too far off.
It was ironic how days ago I would have done just about anything to see this woman and now that she was here, I wanted her far away, and yet there was nothing I could do to make her leave.
On our way here, I had told her that she did not need to be around me several times, but she didn't listen.
Upon our arrival to my gilded cage, I thanked her for the escort and told her that she could leave, and yet, she still refused to budge.
Saliva had now become an expensive resource, and I had no plans of wasting any more of it on her, and so I lay in bed, thinking of how
