I circled around the room for what felt like the hundredth time, replaying what had happened earlier.
When I frickin grabbed Ferrai by the back of the head and kissed him. My insides twisted into nervous knots, not because I had initiated it, but because of his reaction.
The vivid look of shock on his face, and the way his bulge calmed down in an instant, wouldn't disappear out of my mind.
I was so in over my head, that I didn't realize when doc Phil walked in for a final examination.
"I see you're up and kicking." He announced, stepping into the room. He picked up his blue file from the side of the bed, and went through the reports.
"You've shown steady progress these last two days. Keep this up, and I just might discharge you tonight." He noted.
His words reminded me, that it had been two whole days since that awkward kiss happened. And two whole days since I had gotten word back from him.
What a frickin mess.
