SAFFRON'S P.O.V
They had me on bed rest and I was furious. I wanted to work. But until the doctor cleared me from reacting badly to this wonderful infection on my neck, I couldn't leave my room. It was like the walls were closing in on me.
A slight knock at the door had me looking over as Zamora walked in.
"Don't look so angry." She said as she proceeded to come closer.
I still hadn't really spoken to her much since that night. The trust I once had was just no longer there. Also, I didn't have anything nice to say. My momma always said 'If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all.' Therefore, I hadn't said anything.
"At least tell me why you weren't taking the pills. I told you that they would prevent this from happening. There is no way you didn'
