"-needs absolute rest. Can be stress and even habits…she's awake. Miss, how do you feel? Can you talk to us?"
The man dressed in plain clothes asked me as he rushed toward me. He had an ordinary face but the dark circles under his eyes told me that he was not well-rested. I wondered if I was the reason he looked like that.
The thought made guilt twist in my stomach.
"I…am fine. I think…cough...sorry, my throat…"
"Here, have some water."
Damian told me as he handed me a glass of water. He was helping me out a lot, but things between us felt a little strained. The space between us felt like a punishment neither of us understood.
I had thought a little about what to do with our relationship and came to the conclusion that it would be for the best not to get too close to him. I did not want his future fiancée to get the wrong idea about us.
Even thinking about her made my chest hurt.
