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.

procedure, and once the nurse departed, she

small backpack, making sure to include her cherished paints,

the art supplies from the backpack, and she

of a new message

to

the suppliers and the

person Trevor reached out to was

wasn’t

involved, Damon had

You have our deep gratitude. My parents wish to host a dinner for you, but I declined on your behalf. Are you available