I've spent most of the day in and out of sleep. Every time I woke up, Chelsea was still here, sleeping on the horrible chair beside my bed or playing on her phone. She really is the best friend that anyone could ask for. She left a while ago, she's working tonight and I feel terrible that she spent all last night and today here with me. I tried many time to convince her to go home but she insisted on staying, she's probably regretting that now.
The police came by again this morning. When I saw them my heart was in my throat. I thought they were going to tell me that they had caught Damon, but of course he was nowhere to be found. In a sense I'm glad that I'm in the hospital, I feel safer here than I would at home, especially while Chelsea is working.
I'm watching a cooking show on Netf
