Scars Of A Broken Bond

Lifting her gaze to Tyrone, she added, “You should get your treatment.”

Tyrone remained motionless, lost in thought.

The nurse entered, infusion bottle and a sterilized needle in tow. She cast a quick glance at him, querying, “Would you prefer the sofa or the bed?”

Tyrone turned around and sat back on the sofa. “Here.”

“Alright then.”

With practiced ease, the nurse attached the infusion and inserted the needle into Tyrone’s vein.

once the nurse departed, she gently blew on Tyrone’s hand. “It won’t hurt,” she

backpack, making sure to include her cherished paints, sketchbooks, and

pulled out the art supplies from the backpack, and she and Jennie

a notification of

it to see

and the Faulkner

reached out to

wasn’t the one to

Damon had acted

said, “Sabrina, don’t take it upon yourself. You have our deep gratitude. My parents wish to host a dinner for you, but I declined on your behalf. Are you available