Stelara is nothing like her sisters. True to their names, they are ravishingly beautiful, and have never had to worry about success. They've always out shined Stelara in the beauty department, but that stopped bothering her long ago. Obsessed with t...
What the fuck is going on? I came here to find love and instead I'm hit with all this bullshit. Most of the girls and I have gotten together and signed a petition. Get your show together, or we bounce. It's been weeks and there's only been about four individual dates and only three rose ceremonies. By now, there should only be around seven girls left, and yet here we are, in the same damn place, with ten girls.
Get your shit together.
No love,
Adaeze.
"Stelara, you should be awake by now," a voice informs me sternly.
"Boy, I'm sure that'll do the trick, doctor. Tell her what she should be and poof! She's awake! Magic!"
I groan and turn over, holding a pillow to my ears.
"Oh. Would you look at that."
"Stelara, how are you feeling?"
"Like trash?" I rasp. "What kind of question is that?"
Silence. Unfortunately, it doesn't last for long. "Did you make out what she said? I only heard zombie noises. Speaking of the living dead, you couldn't have squeezed a tooth cleaning in there while she was sleeping?"
"Clean breath is not our main priority here, Mr. Ryan."
"Yeah. I'll just be as far away from her stink breath as possible, don't mind me."
The door clicks and the doctor sighs.
"Thank goodness. Stelara, please open your eyes."
I bury my head further down into my pillow. "The light hurts my eyes."
"You have to get up eventually. A lot happened while you were sleeping," she says gravely.
"Things can wait. I'm tired," I babble.
Why are words so hard today?
I wince, every thought hurting my brain.
Why are thoughts so hard today?
"Understandable, but right now you need to stay awake so we can give you your medicine. The faster you heal, the better."
Something is off with the way she says this. I feel something stir in my stomach.
Sitting up, I blink groggily. "Fine, fine. What's the rush? Is something wrong?"
A curly-haired doctor stares at me sympathetically.
"Let's discuss this later. Right now, you need to heal."
The bad feeling in my stomach deepens. "Wait, what's going on?"
She hands me a pill and a glass of water. "This will make your head feel better. A nurse will be by shortly to give you your lunch tray. Try not to talk, and get some rest in the mean time. Healing is going to be a long, hard process, honey."
I exhale deeply and let the lull of sleep sweep me away from any foreboding thoughts I may have had.
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