Vanessa
Damon turned out to be a big baby. He loved all of the attention even though he was a relatively easy patient. Everyone had stopped by on Tuesday to see him and I was just glad I had been able to take a few days off. It was Thursday and Damon was looking much better.
“I need to get back to work,” he remarked as he finished off his breakfast. The past few days had been tough when it came to food. Which meant this morning’s breakfast was mostly liquid. I had to get him back onto solid foods slowly. Hence the soft oat cookie he was currently chewing on.
“Nope,” I said firmly as I started cleaning up. “You heard Alastair,” I added.
“Yes, but I feel much better now,” Damon argued, and I shot him a look over my shoulder. “I can't miss out on so much work,”
“Damon…no,”
“Vanessa
