Seeing my escalating distress, Jones sighed and tried to wipe away my tears. But I angrily brushed his hand aside.
Aside from that one time when we were drugged and lost control, we've always kept a respectable distance. This was his first attempt to breach that.
I didn't know why, but Jones doing this affected me more than Damon. Maybe in my heart, Jones was still a better person than Damon, at least in terms of manners.
As for Damon, I had long considered him a brute.
"Get off me and arrange for my discharge. I want to go home; I can't stand being here!" I wiped away the tears stinging my eyes and tersely ordered Jones..
"You can leave tomorrow, not today." Jones refused to comply with my request.
I knew he just wanted me to stay in the hospital for a couple more days, to get some IV fluids or something, but I didn't need that. My mental trauma was far more severe than any physical ailments.
"No way, I just want to go home!"
