Chapter 65

He groaned and palmed his face. How could he be so forgetful? Well there was nothing he could do about it now he was in the hospital and he doubted he would have any time after that day. As he lay in bed, Lilian walked in with a bag of Chinese takeout. "I didn't know what else you liked so I just bought the takeout."

Damian gestured to the bedside table and she put it there.

"How are you feeling now?" she asked as she sat down.

"The same."

Damian wasn't in the mood to talk. All he wanted was to get out of this stupid bed and go home. Lilian exhaled. She wasn't going to push the questions. His apathy to the discussion was apparent. They sat there in silence looking at random objects but not each other.

It was getting late but Lilian had still not gone back home. After a while, Damian was getting irritated by her presence. Her sitting at his bedside made him feel weak. For goodness sake, he wasn't dying.

"Aren't you going to go home?"

"No. I'l