Chapter 84: Speak of the Devil

*SILIA*

“This is not right you need to stop,” Nick said coming up to me with a bottle of water.

“Why? Why am I not allowed to drink my pain away?” I grumbled wanting to get lost in the oblivion again now that I was bobbing in and out of it.

“Please, Silia come on, you know that it isn’t good for you, especially because of that gunshot wound,” he said making me tug at my shirt to look at the bandages inside.

“Oh for fuck’s sake be more aware of me as man,” he said tapping my hand to make me let go of the stretched material. He looked annoyed and I could understand why he would be, I had forced him to baby sit me all day today.

“Nick,” I called feeling my eyes water once again, “Why did they do this to me?”

“Oh my god, this is your seventh break down since this morning,” he grumbled but nonetheless sat beside me in the empty park bench that we both had been occupying since the last two hours. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and like each time before that morning he patted my head