That he had watched me sleeping. My eyes honed in on a white, paper bag sitting on my chair, the top rolled closed in an apparent attempt to keep some residual heat enclosed. Amateur porn I stared at the grains in the stained wood, hearing the sound of the water being turned on. All of the days had blurred together this past week. “Are you saying I’m your prisoner?” He glanced sideways at me. He’s stable, but he’s still in critical condition. I started to sit up, struggling to wrap one of the blankets around my body. So will you please just give me your keys?”
“Fine. Still, he kept his back to me. He took a step closer to me, and I found myself retreating. “Do you think you can manage to stay upright long enough?”
I managed a complete nod this time then led the way to the back of the apartment to the door with a red-and-green striped, wooden ‘H’ hanging on it. “I-I don’t have a joyful spirit this year. I can’t take you back to the hospital for you car.”
He hesitated—still not facing me—before saying, “I can get an Uber…or a cab.”
“I-I’m sure that will be almost impossible.
