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The Fight Never Ends

I should've guessed who he was calling, but honestly, I was so drained when I walked in my door that I laid down in the foyer and didn't move for at least twenty minutes. The only reason I moved at all was because Sir kicked me as he walked in. It didn't hurt. I couldn't feel anything except the pressure of my body against the marble and the swelling of my wings, but it was a little jostling. He told me to move and I grunted a hearty 'fuck off' back at him, so he plopped himself and his bag down next to me. He cut open my wings and reset them again before taking some samples and giving me some kind of drug for the pain. He told me he was disappointed that I'd gone out and gotten myself so hurt right after stomach surgery and that I should have more of a sense of self-preservation. I told him he was right, which made him happy, and he asked me to get up so he could check my stomach. Sure enough, my stomach was red and getting progressively darker.

"This is why I told you not to head back to work until you back to one hundred percent. You've gone and pushed yourself and surely torn your stitches, so now you're bleeding. I'm glad we caught it early. I'm not glad that it's happening, but it's not as bad as I expected it to be." He pulled out a little mat and set it on the floor beside me

"Thanks, doc."

Next came a scalpel and a little bowl. "Please don't use nicknames, June."

I let out a heavy sigh, "Yes Sir."

"You're welcome. Now, spit as much as you can into this dish." I did as I was instructed, and he gave me another couple of shots before cutting my stomach open and pouring my spit inside. He closed up my stomach and had me spit more before pouring that on me as well. He said I was fine to stand and I would feel better in a couple of hours. As I rose I looked on the floor and felt bad for my staff, and decided that I could help clean up the mess I made. I asked Sakura to call for a cleaner in the foyer and headed to the kitchen to grab a bucket and some rags. Mirio decided to keep complaining about me ruining our date, and I threw a bloody rag at him. He threw the rag back and it missed me completely, hitting Jona, a member of the cleaning staff, in the chest. I got up and immediately started apologizing profusely. Jona peeled the rag off his apron and told me it was fine, that there was no problem. I thanked him and returned to cleaning, just to be ushered off by him, insisting that if I was going to do it he might as well be jobless.

Sir decided he was done repairing me and left me in Mirio's hands. He told me I should lay down so I could rest and let my body recover, and I decided that wasn't going to happen. Instead I responded to some calls and emails from my financial advisors about becoming an international brand instead, and after that mess was organized I called my mom. We texted extremely regularly, telling each other about our days or just sending the other interesting photos or articles we think they'd like. Lately though, she'd been sending me photos of men she thought I'd be interested in dating. I appreciated her effort, but every time I turned down a man, she told me that one of these days she'd find a man for me and I'd just have to accept it. I knew she only wanted what was best for me, but an arranged marriage wasn't something I was too keen on. She brought up a few new men who she thought I'd like, and I tried to tell her I wanted to find someone on my own. She ended the call with an eerie 'Fine, we'll see.'

I was feeling much better around dinner time and decided I would let out some of the day's frustration in my gym. My blond keeper decided he was over my blatant refusal of his recommendations and bullshit and left instead of sparring, and I was alone in my home. Normally the staff would at least be in the house, but most of them slept like normal people, leaving me to my own devices at night. I had kitchen staff on call like normal, but the evening staff always left me a snack in the fridge. I grabbed the leftover mashed avocado and a spoon and headed up to my wing to see if  I could knock out a few more emails before I crashed for the night.