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Isabella

One week came and went in a breeze, with Damon visiting me every day and sometimes staying the night. We would cuddle on the slim hospital bed, his large frame hanging off the edge.

When he felt bold enough, he would pull down the neckline of my gown to reveal my nipples and suck on them while I squirmed comfortably in his arms.

Paula was doing much better. I occasionally heard the sound of Michael Familia's British accent from her door, followed by her giggles.

It looked to me like the two were getting closer in a good way. When we had the opportunity of being alone, we would share stories of our childhood.

We knew this before, but we had so much in common; we were practically raised similarly. The only difference being that my father was betrayed and killed, while hers was still very much alive and kicking.

Damon had agreed to extend my stay by one more week because Paula's discharge was not until another. "It would be good if we leave together," I told Damon. He did