Take Care of Me

So, it's only been a day since I've been recuperating at Zane's house. I must admit,

he's doing a good job at taking care of me – he is my doctor after all – but I still

resist being touched by him and being looked at with pity.

He didn't mention the whole me being an assassin after our last conversation and I

am very grateful for that. I'm in desperate need of a break from my life and that means

not talking about it also.

Instead of ringing the bell Zane placed in here, I try my best to get up by myself. Zane

would call in a nurse from the hospital to help me tidy myself, but I despised being in that

situation. So today, I decided to do it all on my own.

I pull out my IV knowing that's a bad thing to do and carefully make my way to the

bathroom.

“Okay this is harder than I thought.” The burning sensation where my stitches are, is

present and it's very uncomfortable.

With effort, I made it to the sink and began to brush my teeth. That's when I hear the