Angel's POV
Salvatore was extremely sweet during the course of recovery. He made sure I didn't lift a finger, and made it his personal duty to take me on baths washing my hair with my favorite strawberry scented shampoo and making a ritualistic aromatherapy bath.Which I believe to be extreme, but when has he never been extreme? He insisted on calling a home doctor, or taking me to the hospital but my experiences with them weren't pleasant. I kicked against it citing I'd be better if I get enough sleep, and care at home begrudgingly he did consent to my request.
Can you blame me?
Maybe I'm still that little girl; That little girl with fears in her heart, tears in her eyes, and a lump in her throat.
I slipped into my pink flip flops, and made my way to the kitchen. On entrance
