I was laying in bed. Alena was already gone. After taking my medicine, I was feeling so much better. Damian was still not home yet. I was nervous. I don't even know how many times I've been going in front of the mirror to look at my body. My phone buzzed next to me. It was Damian.
"Hey" I breathed.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked. I could decipher worry in his tone.
"Yeah, when are you coming home?" I asked.