Therapy wasn't a one time process.
I came to understand later on that there are two steps which takes all your breath during treatment and they are the admitting the problem and treating it.
And since I was done with admitting or what we might call it pinpointing the problem, I was on my way to eradicate it for good but, one thing about us Sybil people is that, we never forget to return a favor...
"Fucking hell!" I heard Antonia curse before a gasp was heard from Damon. He was caught off guard more than he was hurt.
"What the...!" Exclaimed Damon in shock before I heard cocking of guns. And suddenly, It was a war zone.
"Jesus! Teety at least give me some time to kiss my babies goodbye before you hit someone whom you know can kill me!" Scolded Troy in panic.
"You should've been on standby from my first curse, handsome. And..., THAT's for threatening me with my kids!" She said after I heard a slap sound. It was so loud that I cringed a little.
"What was the first one for again?" Questioned Damon with an amused tone. Was it a play to him? I wasn't sure.
"For taking Andy from me! Or do you wish for more? Huh? I got more where those came from" Declared Antonia boldly.
"Okay, that's enough, Teety!" Troy said probably holding his feisty wife to himself.
"Not even by a nail, Nobody kidnaps my brother and threaten me with my kids and gets to roam free, you idiot!" Yelled Antonia Damon probably.
"I'll keep that in mind ma'am" Indulged Damon lightly.
"That's enough, woman! Andy said they are cool so they are!" Reasoned Troy to the deaf Antonia who just 'humphed' before coming to sit beside me.
"He could be threatened" Pointed out Antonia as a matter of fact.
"But he isn't and you're here visiting" Stated Damon firmly.
"I don't like him" She said simply to me making me laugh before I heard Damon growl in anger.
"What? Now you wanna tell your thugs to shoot me dead? You ain't late!" Said Antonia angrily.
"Antonia Sybil!" Called Troy in anger
"Okay, I'm sorry!" She said with a shrug.
"Girl, we are so twins!" I gushed and she giggled sweetly.
"Boy, aren't we?!" She said, proudly making smile broadly at where I thought she was.
"You were such a badass, Teety. I'm proud to be your brother" I Complimented.
"Ooh, really? Thank you" She replied humbly
"Is this really something to congratulate each other?" Asked Troy dumbfounded.
"Of course, Duh!" Retorted Antonia turning to Troy probably before she held my hand gently.
"I can see you're healed now" She started softly in a tone that suggests she got some tears to shed in no time which I didn't want.
"Don't I look just dazzling" I asked
"Boy you do but, one hiccup though..." She trailed off to take my curiosity.
"What?" I asked in panic, I hate being in the dark!
"You're gaining weight" She said and I gasped horrified.
"You swear?"
"Yes, I'm a pro liar but, when have I ever lied to you?"
"Can be now" I pointed and she pinched me playfully.
"But, over all you look like you again. No swellings, no bruises, no sad cloud hanging on your head... I miss you, little priceless prince" She said before she started to cry and I wasn't far from it.
She made me remember us with our parents. We weren't some perfect drama family. We had our ups and downs but, we were always invaluable to one another. In my parent's eyes I was always their little prince and Antonia their jewel.
"I miss you more little priceless jewel" I said in a sob. We were so emotional me and her. I could even picture us crying like someone died.
"Okay, that's enough honey. He's healthy and kicking" I heard Troy say before Antonia's hand left mine.
"Harry, make sure they arrive at the house safely and tell auntie Sofia to tend to their needs" Commanded Damon before I felt him sitting on my hospital bed.
It was my surgery day.
Wasn't an all percent success surgery. He was afraid maybe even more than I was at that time.
"Is it time already?" I asked with a reassuring smile on my face.
"No" He replied before kissing the back of my hand again and again.
"I'm scared, love" He confessed while playing with my knuckles.
"I'm not going to a heart donation, surgery. What are you so afraid of, Mr Dark?" I teased him and he tensed beneath my hold. He never likes it when I call him that but, I like to think that I got myself some mafia boss tending to me.
"Don't call me that please, love" He pleaded and I just pulled him down for a kiss.
"Whatever happen later on, nothing changes between us... You're going to let me free as promised"
"But...?" He started and I silenced him with two fingers on his lips.
"Shhhh, I just came from Mr death. Nothing will go wrong with me, I just need some time alone"
"Okay, love" He said kissing my fingers on his lips before he took them into his hot mouth. Sucking on them tenderly, making my body getting in the mood without my permission.
"Ooh, Damon... stop... please..." I told him weakly with a moan.
"You wanted your wedding ring, right?" He asked and I gasped from how cold that metal thing is on my finger.
"Is it beautiful?" I asked him excitedly and he chuckled.
"The most rated design there was" He replied, amused.
"Sparkling?" I asked getting up from my laying position.
"It's blinding me" He replied with a smile before kissing my lips possessively.
"Expensive?" I asked breathlessly after the kiss.
"Not deserving your priceless finger but, nobody can afford it I assure you, love" He said kissing me once again and I reciprocated.
I was truly addicted to his kisses and touches but, I still needed that time out that he was dreading of for my safety because his circle knew I exist. I wasn't afraid.