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Thursday 28 February 2008
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Cameron used that time to get me in the hospital. The doctors reset my nose and wired my broken cheekbone and jaw.
Doped up, I have no recollection of that few weeks in the hospital.
When I did finally recover my senses, I was on top of my mountain. Except for the sound of the fountain bubbling nearby, it was peacefully quiet.
My body hurt from laying still so long. I tried to move my head but stopped when excruciating pains shot trough my head.
‘Don’t try to move too fast, Sis. Relax. You are safe.’
Cameron’s calm words brought back the reality with a bang. Unwanted memories screamed trough my mind.
‘Shush, it’s alright, I’m here, cry if you want to.’
He gathered me in his arms and rocked me like a baby while I wept, wetting his shirt.
Somewhere along the way I fell asleep again. When I woke up again, it was with the welcoming smell of brewing coffee scenting the night air.
Cameron refused to take me back to the city, saying that I needed time. He was right. At that moment I had hatred in my heart. I would have attacked Nick, and most probably, paid with my life for that.
I recovered slowly, the pain getting less by the day, my anger building.
One way or the other, Nicholas Willcott will pay for what he did. I don’t know how, but he will.
Cameron tried to distract me from my plans. His efforts were fruitless.
Six weeks after Ma’s funeral, we returned to the city.
The trek down the mountain took us five hours to complete where it usually only took me thirty minutes. That is, when I am climbing.
With flying, it took me that much longer with good currents.
When I opened my apartment door, I was met with total chaos. [Submitted by zeroazter]