Damien's POV
"You may go now, Damien." The doctor said as the nurses finished undoing the b*****e that had me bound to the chair for my recent session of aversion therapy. "I'll see you tomorrow at 7pm."
I didn't answer.
No, more like, I couldn't answer.
My head was spinning even more than the last time I was here. I groaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my skull as I was heaved to my feet by the nurses. The world tilted and danced as I gained control of my eyes and managed to get them to look ahead.
"Water." I croaked, feeling a sudden wave of nausea.
"I'll get you some just now, hon'. Just you wait a little bit while we get your sweet toosh in bed, alright?" the same nurse from last time answered, giving me a smile.
"Okay, Betsy." I drawled, trying my best to walk along with h
