One month later
I was out of the hospital and almost back to normal so I was happy about that. The thing I was dreading the most were my parents because dad said he wanted to talk to me when he gets home. Emma continued fussing over me like she did with peter and now I could tell why he was always so annoyed with her, the girl doesn’t know when to catch a break. Good thing about it though, she was back to normal and in good health. No more fainting and dizzy spells and her wound on her head had healed nicely.
I was in my room on the bed with Emma sitting beside me watching as I ate the food she brought. She wanted to make sure I was eating just like how I was with her before and now she was watching me like a hawk. My phone rang and I saw my dad calling, he threatened to get on a flight
