So, it's only been a day since I've been recuperating at Zane's house. I must admit,
he's doing a good job at taking care of me – he is my doctor after all – but I still
resist being touched by him and being looked at with pity.
He didn't mention the whole me being an assassin after our last conversation and I
am very grateful for that. I'm in desperate need of a break from my life and that means
not talking about it also.
Instead of ringing the bell Zane placed in here, I try my best to get up by myself. Zane
would call in a nurse from the hospital to help me tidy myself, but I despised being in that
situation. So today, I decided to do it all on my own.
I pull out my IV knowing that's a bad thing to do and carefully make my way to the
bathroom.
“Okay this is harder than I thought.” The burning sensation where my stitches are, is
present and it's very uncomfortable.
With effort, I made it to the sink and began to brush my teeth. That's when I hear the
