31- The unwanted visit

MORGANA FOSTER

I'm home, but I couldn't sleep, despite being tired. Every time I closed my eyes, I ended up thinking about Ryan and the hot kiss we exchanged yesterday. Why did I have to love him? Why did I have to feel this way?

Damn it. I can't give in to desires and let this feeling grow again. I sighed, throwing the pillow over my face to muffle a scream. Bethany had gone to the hospital, but before that, she came here and checked all my bandages, my medicines. I want to repay her, and I know she won't accept, but she deserves it for taking such good care of me.

I stretched, looking at the clock on my cell phone; it was already 9:00 AM, Ryan must have already left for work so I could go get my coffee. I slid out of bed carefully, feeling the tense muscles from the poorly slept night. I looked over to the side of the bed and the crutches were there. I grabbed them with a resigned sigh, swinging myself on them as I made my way to the window; the garden outside the room was truly lush