Chapter Sixty-Six

D’Angelo

My recovery process was agonizingly slow. I had never been sick before, but the doctors said the poison had reached some internal organs, and it would take time for my wolf to recover.

They kept a close eye on everything, from my mucus-filled coughs to my sleep patterns, the color of my urine, and my shallow breathing.

The most annoying part was the effect of the strong medication that caused me to constantly drift in and out of consciousness. My patience grew thin the longer I was imprisoned within these walls.

Apart from Kira, I had no desire to talk to anyone, especially the medical staff.

"My taste buds are fucking dead," I grumbled nasally when faced with consuming the bland hospital food. I stubbornly refused, even though Kira and the nurse tried to tempt me with applesauce, mushy veggies, chicken, and rice.

"You need proper nourishment, D'Angelo," Kira said softly. “If all you consume is orange juice, how can you hope to get better? Your body requires lots of nutrients