Chapter 0310

Sloane

Every day I expected to feel a little better. Every day I am wrong.

Declan insists that the bag pumping liquid into my arm is keeping me alive and yet it made me feel like it was draining the life from me.

There’s a knock on the door and the same daily routine starts. A nurse comes in and checks the drip bag. She puts a towel down on the end of my bed along with a tiny bar of soap and a to