Artemisia
I take a deep breath as I step into the dimly lit office, even though I didn’t get an answer at my knocking.
“What are you doing out of bed?” Cayden asks me as I close the door behind me.
His eyes are still glued on the papers in front of him as I clear my throat. “I wanted to talk to you. Do you have a bit of time to spare for me?”
“Sure,” he sighs, still not looking at me. “As long as you return to bed afterwards.”
I sit into a chair in front of his desk, my insides tingling eagerly to get his eyes on me. “It has been 4 days now since I was discharged. I’m feeling much better already and I can’t stand lying around anymore. Also, I can’t continue to take away precious time from everybody’s day. Matthew and Logan are looking after me lovingly, but I guess they have m
