Together

Miranda insisted on keeping me in her clinic for the observation, although I truly wanted to go home and spend more time with Aren. At the same time, I knew that I shouldn't have bothered him for a while. He had a lot to take care of. Nonetheless, I felt more lonely than ever without him. I was desperate to feel him again. I could nearly sense that he was the essential element I needed in my therapy. Certainly, he kept calling me whenever he had time to talk, but it wasn't half as comforting as his touch or even the sole sight of him.

My bruises and the cut on my cheek were healing fast. After five days, they were almost invisible. Unfortunately, I had to wait a little longer to remove the stitches from the wound on my head. It was one of the reasons Miranda wanted to keep me inside the clinic longer, but I could sense the real reason... As unreasonable as it was, she felt guilty, and that made her overprotective.

"Miranda, I can take care of myself. Trust me," I coaxed.

She stayed