Chapter 71 : The importance of bikini models

My eyes flickered open and closed before I decided it was too much effort and I closed them again, I never wanted to wake up anyway.

 “Mia. Are you awake now?”

 I opened my eyes again reluctantly and looked around at my surroundings. I was lying in the same ward I had been in before, But, There sitting on the chair staring intently at me, sat crystal; my heart sank.

 “Hi Crystal…Umm, do you know what happened.” I asked softly trying to get my voice to work as it got stuck in the back of my mouth.

 “You made a bid for freedom. Emmet had to restrain you and then you where sedated. They stabilized you and took you to surgery to do your stitches. You have about forty all and all but you missed muscles and ligaments so your mobility shouldn’t be affected,” Crystal said coldly before picking up her magazine again thumbing through the pages.  Unscathed by crystals abrupt coldness I turned over in the bed so my back was towards her and snuggled under the blankets hoping sleep would find me again. I had no desire to make small talk with the crystal

 “Put your hands where I can see them please.”  Crystal huffed dropping the mag on the floor. I turned back around in her direction not sure what she meant. Rolling her eyes crystal got to her feet and pulled the blankets back off of my torso and yanked my arms above before pulling the blankets back up. The woven fabric pulled against the dressings on my legs which made me wince and her roll her eyes, then with a huff she sat back down again and picked up the magazine her eyes resting on the pictures of the article “How to lose a stone in ten easy steps.” It seemed inappropriate for the situation but hay.

 “Oh sorry.”  I mumbled trying to take my eyes away from the stick thin tanned models on the front of the magazine showing off their tummy’s in exotic swim ware. Crystal eyed me suspiciously before obscuring the picture of her hand and fixing me with a menacing gaze.

 “Look.” Crystal snapped her eyes boring into me “I don’t like this either but because of your little tantrum with the razor blades you have landed you self on red observations and just because you are in here doesn’t mean they you get away with it.”

 “What’s red obs?”  I asked feeling sick I knew it wasn’t good.

 “There constant and sometimes  arm’s length like they are for you now unless you are in the ECA, meaning I have to be at an arm’s length from you at all times and I need to have a clear view of what you are doing. I obviously can’t observe you when you have your back to me and your hands under the blankets.”

 I shock off the anger that burnt through my body. Crystal had no right to make me feel anything I didn’t’t want to. I hated anger. Anger was an unsafe feeling, anger was uncontrollable. I was not wasting my feelings on crystal when she did nothing for me. I stared up to the ceiling with such intensity my eyes blurred over. Crystal huffed and went back to looking at her magazine. The anger swelled uncomfortably again and I gripped the blanket and bit my bottom lip.  She had to watch me at all times when it suited her and when bikini modals where not more important.