Chapter 13: "He's only trying to help."

Layla’s pov.

Ryan doesn’t come back until the next day, and though I feel briefly worried, I don't feel anything else much.

There’s a light itch all over my body that won’t scratch itself.

There are thoughts and questions in my head that neither make enough sense for me to want to answer them, or are vague enough that I barely know what they actually are.

I’m tense.

I’m nervous.

I’m freaking out and,

“Hey, get up will you, Layla?

The doctor already said you’re free to go.”

Ryan’s rough voice soothes me and makes me angry at the same time. The tone of his statement tells me enough of his impatience, but would it kill him to be gentlemanly for once?

To begin with, can’t he see I'm sick?

Can’t he see I'm in a mood here?

“What if I don't want to go home?”

My voice is cold and the sound of those words on my tongue makes me feel something bitter at the back of my throat. That place is not my home.

It may be home to him, but to me, it’ll always have only one meaning.

Ryan lets out a soun