Good morning's were mere words of consolation on waking up. There was nothing good about mornings except knowing the simple fact that you are still alive and breathing.
Little Joys of life.
Currently it was early morning and a doctor was bending over my leg and examining it as if it was a recently discovered species and an object for experiment. I felt as if I was an experiment sample for his latest discovery.
It was not a good feeling.
"It is not broken, doctor. I was walking, in fact, running just fine yesterday." I poked in my comment as he stood up straight. His lips pulled into a straight line and his head bobbed. His hair fell over his forehead, almost hiding his eyes behind them.
He looked disappointed.
My eyes narrowed to slits when Victori came in with a bowl of fresh
