The drive to Damian’s was silent. We both didn’t know what to say to each other. The next few days, weeks, and possibly months were going to be the toughest I had ever experienced. I settled into the spare room at Damian’s house. Each night brought with it nightmares as my mind processed the argument. Over and over again. The loss of peanut, the fall, the pain, everything. Each time I screamed out or cried, Damian was right there comforting me. Each morning, I was so tired that I didn’t want to get up. The day’s went by in a haze. I handed my notice in at work the first day I got out of hospital. I knew that it meant that I was leaving Cleo on her own, but I couldn’t face going back there with everything that had happened and all the questions, the looks and the whispers. Damian was going to support me regardless, but I needed to take time out to heal. Each day I forcibly dragged myself from bed. I just wanted to sleep constantly. The nightmares meant that I was not getting much
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