Damian's POV:
"It's been three days since you were out."
Isabella was peeling an apple. I stared at the knife, how sharp it was. Probably not sharper than the branch that impaled in my side.
"Damian, are you even listening to me?" She sighed softly, feeding me a piece of peeled apple.
It was like I was looking at Isabella in a new light. Her head was wrapped in a bandage. I remembered she hit her head, but I don't remember much after that.
I Held her hand and pushed it down. "I'm not hungry." I replied, my voice hoarse from lack of use.
She rolled her eyes and ate the apple piece. "You woke up after a coma. How are you not hungry?"
I tried to move in the bed, a sharp pain jabbing my side. I glanced down at the bandages wrapped around my mid section. It should have healed by now, I d
