I had acquired a new na.
For once, I was glad that I was no longer Mia Vincent. She had suffered too much pain. Mia Vincent was strong, but she almost lost the battle. I won it. By a twist of fate, I survived and I had a new na. No one knew . The organization had hidden my identity well. Half of the board mbers had no clue about my status. Billy Black and Jacob Hunt knew.
The Organization was a bad place, but it was the only thing that was left for . My apartnt had been demolished, I had found out. Everything was destroyed. Jacob sotis ca over and gave letters. They were always in stark white envelopes and carried a small box with it.
Until that day, I had never dared to open them. I had a faint idea as to who had sent these presents, but not even for a single mont did I want to entertain the idea that soone close to Anthony Murray knew that I was alive. Reading the letters would bring back the terror of living through my own death. I was not ready for it. I didn't think I would ever be.
"Marie," she called.
My eyes hurt. I had been staring at the black box for far too long. I looked up and saw Daisy holding a plate out towards . I gave her a polite smile and took it from her.
She took good care of .
She had installed so of the best security facilities around her apartnt so that I felt safe. She knew that no one would co after , but she took great care. She even installed a dim night light in the guest room so that I didn't have to sleep in complete darkness. Four months of staying at her place had made grow fond of her.
"Do you want to dump all the mail? You don't need to read them." I shook my head. "I know that you are tempted to read, and I support you, but please... think about it," she said as she patted my back. She plopped down beside on the couch and then switched the television on.
She switched to an ani channel and nonchalantly proceeded to dig into her Chinese takeout. I kept my eyes at her as I chewed the noodles carefully.
According to the nurous specialists that were catering to my physical needs, I was supposed to go easy. That included eating my food slowly after masticating it, thoroughly. She even dropped a bottle of my favorite soft drink. She wanted to feed nutritional food but ended up letting indulge in my love for Chinese takeout.
I wonder if she ever t Ethan again.
The thought made my back stiffen. Pain radiated from my shoulders and down my back. She turned to with a worried look when I let out a soft, breathless noise. The pain always managed to catch off guard and render incapable of breathing.
"Are you alright?" she asked, setting her plate down on the table in front of us. I tried my hardest to nod but felt the pain sharpen. The cramp grew worse and I could no longer breathe. Sotis, my body just doesn't cooperate. That was what I had been left with. A sob tore through my lips as I tried desperately to ease my shoulders.
"I'll bring you the dicines," she gulped and then dashed towards my bedroom. Within seconds, I had a pill in my hand and a big bottle of water. She unscrewed it and tilted it towards my lips. I didn't resist her. I parted my lips and let her help .
It took minutes before I felt better again.
"Sotis the cramps can get worse and lead to thrombosis. Be very careful and always keep your dicines with you. I don't want you in the ergency room again." I rembered the doctor saying.
This was the seventh ti it had happened. Physiotherapy sessions were the worst, the cramps were frequent, but nothing of this magnitude. It was once—the first ti when it had turned bad and my therapist had to massage my back as we called in the in house doctor for ergency dicine. The incidents had grown worse every ti.
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"Marie, I need you to do three sets of this exercise," the therapist told enthusiastically. I nodded, not looking away from my cuffed leg. Unlike before, physical exertion ca easier. My T-shirt was soaked with perspiration and my breathing was hard. We hadn't even started working on the running part yet.
My throat constricted as I tried to push myself to pick my legs up a few more tis. I couldn't give up, I wasn't that weak, I told myself. I wished I believed it, but even I could see that I would never be capable of recovering to the point where I was brand new. Physically, I would carry my failures with .
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