Just resting

They did not bother me last night with doctors and tests or the specialist. I think they are intimidated by Deomo. *smile* They left me to just rest. Deomo was sitting on the edge of the bad. One hand on my shoulder, the other holding my hand... still. I don't know if he is still humming. I hear it in my mind and flowing through my body. She is so happy with his humming.

I don't want their stranger specialist looking at me. I don't want Deomo to see my scars. I don't want them taking their tests. I know what is in those tests. I know what they will find. I do not want them to have our daughter for their war.

Someone came in and gave me another sedative. *damn*

I want to leave here. Deomo.... Max... please... take me aways from here.
*darkness*