Chapter 88

MICHELSON.

Leaning back, against the chair in the hallway, I rested a forearm on the arm of the chair looking around at the events unfolding as I focused

my gaze on the far end of the room.

The anger In me was enough to raze down the entire room but I did well enough to bury it down as it burned in my throat and heart maring everything else in the process.

My eyes skimmed up an inch to find the doctor again, a moment earlier she had insisted that I went back home after I returned there.

The plan actually when I had gone home was to rest,take a fresh nap, eat and come back by morning but I couldn't do any of these things as I kept tossing and turning on the bed.

The night was promising to be filled with nightmares so at the last second, I had dragged myself out of bed and now I sat in the hospital hallway wiping a hand across my face.

My gaze darkened,conveyed every bit of my thoughts.

In a way while I sat back in my chair, my humor was fading into the half empty hallway.

My though