Out of the hospital

Pamela:

Royal's words stuck in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder why he was moving me. What happened scared me a lot, but I didn't think it would resort to this. I wanted to stay with him, but he had already made up his mind.

While I was still in the hospital, the door to my room flung open, and then the doctor walked in.

"The driver is here to take you to your new house, I hope everything is okay?" She asked, and then I faked a smile.

What was I supposed to say? No?

I pulled my legs out of bed, and got to my feet then she moved in to help me.

"I think I'm fine," I said, trying to stand up straight without her help.

"Are you sure about that darling?" She asked, and then I nodded with a smile.

"What about my clothes?" I asked.

"Oh, sorry about that," she said, and then she pulled out my clothes from a box. It was nearly folded, and crisp.

"I'll excuse you," she said, and she left then I got dressed quickly.

When I was done, I walked out of the room. There was bandage on my head,