A warm caress cascades through my arms waking me up. I blink my eyes open, my blurry gaze meeting the building lights again, and that's when I remember where I am.
"Hey… Are you okay?"
The familiar voice brings a pinch of hope to my hopeless state. I turn and smile at him.
"Your smile tells me that you're not as bad as you look," Mark chuckles.
"On a scale of one to ten, how horrible do I look?" I inquire with a knitted brow, which I know would make me look worse than I already am.
"Let's say a five."
I wince, "That bad?"
His hand leaves my arm and trails up to my face, "You look gorgeous, even on your worst days."
I inhale deeply, knowing that how I look is the last thing I'm worried about.
"I think that therapist tricked me. I'm going to sue her once I get out of here."
It's Mark's turn to knit his brows in worry, "How so? What do you mean she tricked you?"
