51 -Fired

Ava's POV;

I take a deep breath in annoyance as I can't move my body. Everywhere aches. I wonder who the mad bi*ch who attacked me was.

My whole face hurts, and I don't think I'd have the guts to look into a mirror anytime soon. I hope she rots in jail.

My eyes dart at the door as soon as I hear it open, and they widen in joy when Mr. Damon walks in.

I try to smile, but quickly stop myself as my face hurts too bad to try that, and also because I remember that my face isn't looking its best.

"Hey, "He greets, and I give a small smile while trying my possible best to look pitiable and cute.

"Hey, "I reply with a hoarse voice, and he steps closer to the bed.

"I'm so sorry for what happened, Ava. I... I didn't know that you were being attached in my absence. I... "He begins, but I cut him off.

"Hey, it's not your fault. At least, you saved me. That shows how important I am to you. "I say deliberately pointing out the facts, and he