Sara’s P.O.V.
“I am fine now, Patrick”, I whined when Patrick again didn’t let me stand up from the bed. “You are not, Sara and don’t make me say that again and again. Your work can wait but your health can’t”, he said in an angry tone while tucking me inside the cover. It had been two days since that day when I fainted due to a panic attack. David later told me how worried Patrick was when I was unconscious. He also told me that he had told Patrick everything about my father’s abusive behaviour. I didn’t say anything to him because he was my doctor and my husband had every right to know what happened to me and why.
He was about to leave when I grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “Please… stay with me a while… I am really bored”, I pouted and he sighed in defeat. He sat
