Brandon
"How are you feeling now?" Dennis asked that afternoon when he came over.
"I'm getting fine, I guess," I replied and he sat down on the sofa, emitting a deep, loud sigh.
"So, have you tried seeing if you can handle it?" He asked and my eyes scrolled at him.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"I mean blood. Have you tried to see if you are getting better again?" He asked.
"Not yet, but I will. I don't think I'm even scared anymore. I think it was just a minute thing. It just came and is gone," I replied.
"I hope you have eaten something though," he said with concern on his face.
I laughed.
"The reason I like you so much is because you are always worried about me.... Anyway....you don't have to worry so much. I have eaten something and I'm getting better."
"Good…" He nodded with a smile
