Jay
"Are you ready to go?" Kista asked me from the doorway.
It's not like I have much of a choice at this point. Kista has made it very clear he wants me back at the palace. I can't say I don't understand his logic but I don't feel good about going back there. Honestly, if I had my way I would never set foot in the place again. I have a few fond memories there but the bad ones outweigh the good ones.
"Let's go, I want to rest in my bed." I lied.
"I bet. Don't worry, I've made preparations for your recovery. A physical therapist will help you every day. Let's get you in tip-top shape." Kista says as he helps me into the wheelchair.
"Yeah, I can't wait to be back on my feet," I say.
