Chapter 12
Damon seemed to be at the hospital a lot. Whenever I awoke, he was usually there. I tried to talk to him about his drinking, but he gave me the brush off.
"It's not big deal. Just a glass. Stop worrying about me, Becky."
"I can't stop worrying. You're not yourself lately."
He grunted and said nothing.
One day he wasn't there when I woke up, but King was. His lip sported a cut and his eye was circled by a bruise. "I brought you those," he said, nodding at the lilies in a vase. My room was filled with flowers, teddies and get-well cards now. We'd need a truck to get them all home.
"Thank you. Is Damon here?"
His face fell. "No. That's why I came to see you."
"Oh, God, what's happened?" I struggled to sit up. "Is he okay?"
"He's fine. He got into a fight and was arrested."
