Dear God, Darius heard us, what am I going to do now?
My heart rate rises once more, I might as well get a heart transplant now that I am in a hospital, because I don't know how long this one in my chest will last.
Darius walks over to us, no longer dawning his suit as he always does, but instead dawns a white T-shirt which he folds the arms up to his elbow.
I'm supposed to be afraid, but a small stupid part of me can't help but admire.
Rosemary rises, and bows her head.
"What did he say to you?" Darius asks me, staring straight into my eyes, a gaze which I am unable to keep.
What am I supposed to say? He will break me out of here, he won't stop, he loves me?
"Answer." Darius says, walking past Rosemary and resting his rump on the seat besides my bed.
"He..." The words choke in my throat. "He...said...he loved me." I say, trying to filter the truth in bits and pieces.
