Chapter 66

"Fuck!"

Lilian woke up with a jump. What had happened? She rushed out of bed and headed as fast as she could to Damian's room. She found him seated on his bed clutching his injured arm in pain. He looked up as he saw her come in.

"Are you okay?" Lilian asked with concern.

"What do you think it looks like?" His arm sling was on the bed beside him. Damian had tried to put on his shirt but he could barely move his arm. He tried to over-stress it but the pain that came with it was excruciating. Lilian saw the shirt on the floor and put two and two together.

She walked up to him and picked it up.

"Do you need help?"

"No. I do not need help."

He snatched the shirt away from her with his good arm and sat on the bed. He tried it again but the outcome was still the same.

He threw the shirt angrily across the room and put his head in his hands. He was frustrated. He felt weak and stupid. How was he going to go about his day when he couldn't even