Chapter 67 Aria

I did not feel comfortable with the way Rocco was acting. So the way he reached for me irritated me, and I instinctively went to stand on my own. I could see the awkward glances between the nurse and him, but I did not care. I wished right now I had other friends to call. Anyone I could ask to allow me to stay with them, but I did not even know where my phone may have gone.
I had asked multiple times since being admitted to the hospital, only to be told it must have been lost during the attack. I could do with it now more than ever. Surely on that phone would be contacts. Contacts of friends. Family. People who could help me. I should not be staying with a man I do not know properly. Yes, we may have shared some form of history, but I did not know him. I do not feel a few photographs allowed enough of a connection to say I should be living with the man!
I awkwardly walked, or more a case of plodded along the corridor, following the nurse in front of me, Rocco by my side, being guided to the meeting. I think my only hope may be that the doctors do not agree to my release. I say release like I am in prison, because it has well and truly felt like I have been kept like a prisoner, yet oddly, here I am hoping they will allow me to stay…