I am still buzzing over the fact I have a mate! My fated mate might have run for the hills not once but twice, but she came back for me eventually. And holy mother of god am I glad! She was so perfect.
And it seemed by listening to the boring bastard of a Dr that her not marking me way back when we met, and her marking me when she did actually meant she helped me heal and made me get better just now. Or something like that. His voice is pretty much a drone and I stop listening quite quickly.
I know he is talking about me and I should listen, but I am better, or I feel better. I feel like I am on top of the f*****g world right about now, so I have to be all better, right?! Plus, my mate is going to be a Dr, she can listen for me and she likely knows what the boring old fart is wittering
