Chapter 13

A week has passed slowly and I've gotten much better in these past few days. My arms are almost eighty percent healed, I can do my work on my own. The stitches were removed. I started eating on my own as well.

But still, the ache in my heart from losing my baby is like a fresh wound and no matter how much time passes, it seems this pain would never go away.

Liam hasn't accepted my rejection yet. I had expected him to accept it sooner but he hasn't done that yet. And I haven't seen him in the hospital since that night.

Jason never left the hospital after that night's incident when Liam had shown up. Jason has even instructed the whole staff of the hospital to let him know if they see Liam in the hospital. I can see he was being extra cautious, all for me.

He checks on me twice every four hours. Even though I assured him that I'll be fine. He still checks on me from time to time. Making sure that I was okay and taken care of. He takes care of all my meals making sure that my food is