Chapter 11. Worn Out

I'm feeling fairly dizzy while I'm endeavoring to open my eyes. I heard someone talking, and I can feel them moving around me.

"I swear I will kill him," an unmistakable voice of a woman mumbled angrily.

I scowled when I comprehended it was Deniece.

"I'll manage it," a man's voice addressed this time.

Right when I finally awakened, I saw a white rooftop, showing I was obviously not in my room. I felt something in my grip, and when I endeavored to reach it, I felt a needle through my skin. I'm on an IV stream and doubtlessly in a crisis facility when I notice the pieces of clothing I'm wearing.

I turned my look just to see Deniece strolling forward and in reverse before his kin. She looked so stressed that she didn't really attempt to put beauty care products everywhere, and Kendric just looked so cold and dreary.

I endeavored to sit up to get both of their thought. Deniece expanded her eyes when she saw me engaging to sit upstanding.

"Yet ag