"Are you okay, Miss Eva?"
Alina asked her voice was calm. When did she get here?
I was just lying on the bed. It felt like two weeks had passed since I woke up, and if I counted the day I got shot, it was probably closer to three or four weeks. I didn't remember clearly anymore.
The gunshot wound on my thigh had mostly healed. The bullet hadn't hit bone, so there wasn't any major damage. I could walk a little with support now, but I hadn't taken more than a few steps around the bed in these two weeks.
Daniel had become way too overprotective. Now I was basically locked in the bedroom again, just like when I first arrived.
The difference was that this time I had everything to entertain myself, books, my phone, a TV, and even an art setup.
But right now I was just tired. Daniel had finally gone back to work today. He had stayed home with me for the past two weeks, and we had gone a little too wild.
