Dinner last night was probably the most awkward experience in mankind's history.
I got the feeling that Killian and his dad didnt get along much. And throughout the drive to this fancy ass hospital the morning, killian looked lost, almost guilty everything he met my gaze.
We sat in some kind of ward, the windows drawn up enough for the light in the room to be almost painful to my eyes, and the yellow painted walls weren't doing much to improve the situation either. The handsome piece of expensive s**t sleeping in a chair next to me wasn't much help as well.
"Look at me miss." The nurse in the blue scrubs said, pointing a light straight at my face, causing me to wince.
"Ow, what the hell is that for?" The irritation felt unavoidable. After three days, my position still remained unclear
