(RHIO)
I frowned sourly at the thought of having been confined in this mansion for a week and up. Sya frequently came in to pull the curtains open. I've been sick looking at the sky and at the flocks gliding into view. I'm sick of the masseurs coming in and out, the green diet, the physicians checking on me…everything.
I'm already overdosing on Tylenol and other anti-inflammatory drugs…
Niel even hired a music therapist to help with my cognitive well-being.
Fuck.
Elthon came in.
Among the old people I knew, he's the noisiest. I didn't really want him here for now.
He looked at me and shook his head as he sunk on the settee, "Niel told me the swelling is not subsiding."
I ignored him.
"Are you ditching your medicines? If it got worse, you might need a surgery. And it'll took longer than two weeks to heal thereafter," he teased. "But behind all that's happening, it's good that you've gotten some time to rest."
I sneered at him.
