*ahem* I heard it loud and clear, someone clearing their throat.
I sat upright, shaking and covering my face. Immediately, I thought that he was back and was coming to start the attack all over again. I peered between my fingers and sitting at the edge of my bed was him. How does he always just keep appearing? Instantly, I remembered just how much pain I was in and how moving so quickly was ill-advised.
"I am sorry to startle you. Please don't sit up" he looked at me with concern but clearly looking at my increasingly annoyed expression. "I didn't.. I don't, I..erm.. You look mad. Tell me what happened."
I sat up regardless and before I had time to consider my response, the words just started flowing. "I AM mad. I am mad that this happened in the first place. I am mad that nobody goes
