Chapter 25. Not Mine

I'm not dead, but I will be if someone doesn't jail Kian.

Rolling my eyes at him, I scoot over to the edge of the bed, as far as the drip would let me, so I don't commit murder.

"Farrah dear, I know you're mad..."

"Mad? I'm fucking livid".

"Farrah, I know you're mad but you have to take your d**** so that you can feel better".

"I will only feel better if you take me out of here".

"Farrah..."

"I don't want to be here Kian. I hate hospitals, and I'm not eve going to ask why I'm here since I am perfectly fine, so just take me home".

"Take the pill Farrah. I don't want to force you".

"Do your worst. There's no way I'd let that shit in my mouth".

"Just take the pill!".

"Just take me home!".

"It's very important you take your d*** ma'am. Those will help strengthen your lungs", the doctor, a tall handsome man spoke from where he was seated on the couch.

Grabbing the scalpel, I point it at him. "You stay out of th