✓ 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝘁 ↣ 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

PART: 21

The rest of the time before lunch, I ignored making eye contact with everyone. I stayed near the punching bag and gave it my best. Landon said to try not to knock it down on the floor this time. I'm keeping the promise. My hands don't hurt as much as they did. As soon as Landon touched them, the pain went away. I don't feel a thing anymore. I really have an allusion around this guy.

He came over a few times to give me critique about my strategy. He said I'm using only my arms and that I need to use more of my body. He hasn't been nagging me like he use to. For once, he's treating me equal like everyone else. I nod along and do as he says to avoid unnecessary drama.

The bell rang for lunch. Landon snapped his fingers at me and pointed at the Recovery Room as soon as my hands dropped from the bag. I lean my head back in frustration.

"Can I at least eat lunch first?" I say.

"No, now go," he demands.

I look at the Recovery Room and at the people who are going to the cafeteria. I'm still hungry as hell for missing meals.

"You go, or I will take you in there myself," he says. I shake my head and walk through the sliding doors. I sit on the bed and take my gloves off. Landon stays back in the training area making sure this is where I stay. I flip him off. He smiles then walks away.

Wait....he smiled at me.

"Here yet again," Sid says. She comes in wearing a long red coat with a shirt and pants connected together underneath it.

"At least I'm awake," I say. I unroll the tape from my hands.

"Oh, that looks bad," she says. She fumbles around in the cabinet next to the bed for gauze and the miracle cream.

"Yeah. It was when we had the attack."

She stands in front of me, grabbing my hand. Her hands are cold and rough. It's not the same as when Landon had mine in his grasp. "I heard that you didn't take it well," she says. She rubs the cream gently on the damaged spots.

"No, I didn't."

"Death isn't an easy thing," she says solemnly. "I know that for a fact. But you move on and hope for the best."

I doubt she saw someone die in front of her. "I can give you some medicine for depression. It'll help boost you up."

I shake my head. "No, I'm good. I just need time to move on I guess."

She moves on to the other hand. "Just know that it's okay to feel this way. It doesn't make you weak. Honestly, it makes you seem more like a person than the rest of them."

I smile, looking down at my lap. She wraps the gauze on my hand as Christina and Charles come in. They both smile at me.

"About time," Charles says in a friendly manner. He seems happier in spirits from the last time I saw him.

"I knew you would come around. I'm proud of what you did," Christina says. She pulls up the chair beside the bed. My legs dangle over the edge.

"Sid, how are you?" Charles askes.

"I'm good, love." She places the things back in the cabinet. "Her hands should be healed by tomorrow. It wasn't that bad."

"We're still going out to eat," Christina says to Sid.

"Yeah, girl. I'm ready to get drunk," she laughs.

I completely forgot we could go out and do anything. That is the freedom I need. To get out from being under ground for so long. I don't want to impose on Sid and Christina, so I keep my mouth shut.