Days later . . .
Mirella
I was already feeling better, thanks to Gabriel, who donated the blood I desperately needed. VK started acting like a jealous brother and wouldn’t even let GB come near me, but I had already explained to him that he shouldn’t worry because I didn’t intend to get back together with Gabriel anytime soon. The door opened, and Gabriel walked in. Lua told me he had stayed with me every day since I came here.
“Hey,” he said, and I smiled slightly.
“Hi… can you help me sit up? I can’t stand lying in this position anymore.” I had been lying down for days. He chuckled softly and came closer, helping me sit up against the headboard of the bed.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
“You’ll be fine soon.”
“I want to deal with Laura,” I said, filled with anger toward that tramp.
