The Story of Blood and Roses Chapter 160

For once, I was glad that I was no longer Mia Vincent . She had suffered too much pain . Mia Vincent was strong, but she almost lost the battle . I won it . By a twist of fate, I survived and I had a new name . No one knew me . The organization had hidden my identity well . Half of the board members had no clue about my status . Billy Black and Jacob Hunt knew .
The Organization was a bad place, but it was the only thing that was left for me . My apartment had been demolished, I had found out . Everything was destroyed . Jacob sometimes came over and gave me letters . They were always in stark white envelopes and carried a small box with it .
Until that day, I had never dared to open them . I had a faint idea as to who had sent me these presents, but not even for a single moment did I want to entertain the idea that someone close to Anthony Murray knew that I was alive . Reading the letters would bring back the terror of living through my own death . I was not ready for it . I didn't think I would ever be .
"Marie," she called .

My eyes hurt . I had been staring at the black box for far too long . I looked up and saw Daisy holding a plate out towards me . I gave her a polite smile and took it from her .
She took good care of me .
She had installed some of the best security facilities around her apartment so that I felt safe . She knew that no one would come after me, but she took great care . She even installed a dim night light in the guest room so that I didn't have to sleep in complete darkness . Four months of staying at her place had made me grow fond of her .
"Do you want me to dump all the mail? You don't need to read them . " I shook my head . "I know that you are tempted to read, and I support you, but please . . . think about it," she said as she patted my back . She plopped down beside me on the couch and then switched the television on .

She switched to an anime channel and nonchalantly proceeded to dig into her Chinese takeout . I kept my eyes at her as I chewed the noodles carefully .
According to the numerous specialists that were catering to my physical needs, I was supposed to go easy . That included eating my food slowly after masticating it, thoroughly . She even dropped a bottle of my favorite soft drink . She wanted to feed me nutritional food but ended up letting me indulge in my love for Chinese takeout .
I wonder if she ever met Ethan again .
The thought made my back stiffen . Pain radiated from my shoulders and down my back . She turned to me with a worried look when I let out a soft, breathless noise . The pain always managed to catch me off guard and render me incapable of breathing .
"Are you alright?" she asked, setting her plate down on the table in front of us . I tried my hardest to nod but felt the pain sharpen . The cramp grew worse and I could no longer breathe . Sometimes, my body just doesn't cooperate . That was what I had been left with . A sob tore through my lips as I tried desperately to ease my shoulders .

"I'll bring you the medicines," she gulped and then dashed towards my bedroom . Within seconds, I had a pill in my hand and a big bottle of water . She unscrewed it and tilted it towards my lips . I didn't resist her . I parted my lips and let her help me .
It took minutes before I felt better again .
"Sometimes the cramps can get worse and lead to thrombosis . Be very careful and always keep your medicines with you . I don't want you in the emergency room again . " I remembered the doctor saying .
This was the seventh time it had happened . Physiotherapy sessions were the worst, the cramps were frequent, but nothing of this magnitude . It was once—the first time when it had turned bad and my therapist had to massage my back as we called in the in house doctor for emergency medicine . The incidents had grown worse every time .
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"Marie, I need you to do three sets of this exercise," the therapist told me enthusiastically . I nodded, not looking away from my cuffed leg . Unlike before, physical exertion came easier . My T-shirt was soaked with perspiration and my breathing was hard . We hadn't even started working on the running part yet .
My throat constricted as I tried to push myself to pick my legs up a few more times . I couldn't give up, I wasn't that weak, I told myself . I wished I believed it, but even I could see that I would never be capable of recovering to the point where I was brand new . Physically, I would carry my failures with me .

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