L O S T .|| ✔ //MxM

S I X T E E N .

Damilade.

It has been a long time since I got nervous. I've felt afraid. I've felt angry. But it had been a long time since I felt nerves.

And I owed it to the one dude I didn't want to be around.

He'd finally come back after two weeks of leaving me without company. For some reason that pissed me off more than the fact that he practically owned me. Even though Maggie made sure to let me know that he came by every single day to check on me.

Well coming by and actually talking to me, were two different things.

Today clocked two months that I'd been in the hospital and I've only heard him speak to me once. I didn't even know his name. He's referred to as Mr. Jackson.

Today I will finally get out of bed to prove to the doctors that I can be discharged. Though it's left me in a dilemma.

If I do walk as well as they want me to, I go home with Mr. Jackson. If I don't however, I remain in this depressing excuse for a treatment facility.

So I manned up and began mentally preparing myself for the excruciating pain I'd have to go through to prove I'm fine.

I however did not plan for what to do when in close proximity to Mr. Jackson.