The flight home and the nightmare

"Move it, Mike. Get your ass in gear," I muttered.

It was an absolute struggle just to keep him moving through the terminal. He simply wasn’t used to traveling across multiple time zones the way I’d been doing for the last twenty years. To him, this was an exhausting ordeal; to me, it was just another Tuesday.

"I’m just so tired,” Mike mumbled, his feet dragging heavily against the linoleum. “I’ve crossed like five time zones in twenty four hours.”

I had to constantly urge him on, physically steering him forward as he was practically asleep on his feet.

"Listen to me," I said, trying to shock some life back into him. "In the past eleven months alone, I’ve crossed thirty five time zones and spent at least seventy four hours in the air traveling. It’s probably more time zones and more time in the air but ff I can keep moving, so can you."

Mike blinked at me, squinting through his heavy-lidded haze. "Do you have jet lag?" he croaked.

"Yes," I admitted grimly. "I do. Now keep walking."

By the time we finally made our way through customs and dragged ourselves over to the Lufthansa ticket counter, we were among only a few passengers left scattered in the entire terminal.

The ticket agent behind the desk looked up, her expression a mix of professional politeness and sheer exhaustion.

"Next, please," she said.

I stepped up to the counter. "I’d like two seats," I told her, my voice quiet. "But not near each other. And I’d prefer that my ticket is first class."

"Understood. Passports, please," she requested.

I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out my passports and slid them across the counter. As she looked at my Russian and Canadian passports, I watched her eyes widen slightly. She opened them, comparing the photos and names. Right there in front of her, she saw that I was a Russian diplomat with one name on one passport, and a Canadian Member of Parliament with an entirely different name on the other.

She paused, looking from the documents up to my face, and then back down. Without asking any questions, she quietly slipped the Russian passport aside and used my Canadian passport to get me a ticket.

"I'm processing the Canadian passport now," she said quiet enough for me to hear. Her fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Thank you," I said.

She tapped a few keys, looking at my profile on her screen. "Well, due to your status as a frequent flyer with Lufthansa and the substantial amount of points you've racked up over your travels, your first-class seat is completely free." She then glanced over at Mike, who was practically snoring while standing up. "However, your companion’s seat is not. That will be four hundred seventy five Canadian dollars."

Mike jolted awake at the sound of the price. "Wait, what?" he stammered.

"You heard her," I said, nudging him.

With a heavy sigh, Mike pulled out his credit card out of his wallet. As he was doing so, he mumbled something about having to pay for his own ticket as his was paid for as he travelled to meet me

As the agent kept typing, her eyes shifting over my face. Without asking us for our preference, she decided to book us on a direct flight, even though there is usually a layover on this specific route. She had clearly noticed how incredibly tired I looked and acted, and I assumed she felt it was absolutely imperative that she book us directly to get us to our destination as fast as possible.

She handed the boarding passes to me with a soft, understanding smile. "Here are your boarding passes. I've put you on the direct flight rather than a layover. Get some rest on the flight if you can."

I took them, looking at her with deep appreciation. "Thank you," I said sincerely.

Then I looked down at the boarding pass, and my heart sank. The gate was miles away. We had only a few minutes to walk—or rather, sprint—a two and a half miles to the gate.

"We have to run," I told Mike, grabbing his sleeve.

"Run? Where?" he gasped.

"Two and a half miles to the plane. Now!"

By the time we finally arrived at the gate, gasping for breath and wet with sweat, the gate agents were already in the process of closing the ramp to the plane. The metal barrier was beginning to slide shut. The second we landed, I knew that I had to go to the hospital. I’d have to use the last of my gauze to protect the skin where I had my breast lift as my skin had split a little bit.

"Wait!" I called out. “We need to get home.”

Once they saw me, they froze. Recognition immediately washed over their faces. They stopped what they were doing, quickly checked our tickets, and waved us through.

"Right this way, Du ---- Ms. Smith,” the agent said, stepping aside. "Have a safe flight."

Mike and I headed down the jet bridge to the plane swiftly as I didn’t want to cause any further delays for the crew and staff. We found our seats soon after boarding, stored our small luggage in the overhead bin and within minutes we were in the air. I grabbed my crossbody bag and headed to the bathroom.

Once inside and door locked, I lifted my sundress in order to access my tits. I drained the sites, washed around the drain sites, washed where my skin split for the incision area of the breast lift and let the skin dry naturally. When the incision area dried, I gently lifted my tits a little bit, put the gauze on the area and gently let my tits drop into place. I washed my hands one last time and left the bathroom.

I tried to rest but I was uncomfortable and in pain. I knew better than to run after plastic surgery – especially after a breast lift. It wasn’t to the point where I needed to take Tylenol or Advil so I figured I’d close my eyes and try to rest. I fell asleep minutes later.

I was woken up hours later by a little turbulence. The pilots easily navigated te turbulence and we were out of it in a matter of minutes. Twenty minutes later, the flight attendants came around with the meals that came with the airfare. I wanted to brush my meal away but at this point, I needed to take some Advil. I just hoped that it wasn’t see food. When I opened the packaging, it wasn’t, thankfully. It was supposed to be meatloaf, mashed potatoes and green beans in a garlic and butter sauce. The only food that tasted what it was supposed to was the green beans with the garlic and butter sauce.

I took some Tylenol and walked around the plane a bit before a flight attendant came over to me.

“Ms. Smith? I’m sorry to be stopping you from your stroll but the pilots wanted to talk to you,” she said. “They heard about how many pilot licenses you hold.

“I guess I can spare them some time, right, Nora?” I said as I read her name tag. “Lead the way.”

“Of course,” she said.

After a brief walk, she used the phone on the wall and called into the cockpit.

“I have Ms. Smith with me,” she said. “Can you please unlock the door so I can send her in?”

As she hung up the phone, I heard a click from the door. She knocked twice and then pushed the door open.

“Hi, I’m Deppgrl Smith,” I said as I reached out my hand to shake their hands. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,”

“I’m Ryan and this is Rob my copilot. Our other pilots are on their rest time.”

“I’m sorry I missed them. May I ask why you guys asked me to come up?”

“We’ve heard that you hold over one hundred and eighty pilot licenses. This is the most we’ve heard someone ever having.”

“Well, aviation is something that I enjoy,” I lied. “Clearly, you guys understand the rush and the freedom in it.”

“It’s definitely thrilling,” Rob said.

“How did you get so many pilot licenses” Ryan asked.

“I travel so much for work and I tend to stay in multiple countries for long stretches at a time. It was easier for me to start in Italy as I was born there then Canada followed suit because I’m a naturalized citizen. From there, wherever work sent me, I took flying lessons and over time, I was able to earn my licenses.”

“What do you have to do to keep your licenses up to date in each country?”

“In between work trips and due to overtime, I take time off and revisit each country. I then go fly for the hours with an instructor the amount of hours required by each country. I also fly different aircraft….I can fly anything from a helicopter to a variety of fighter jets.”

“That is amazing!”

“Have you flown any important people?”

“I flew Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II here and in Britain on both my recreational and professional license. She was an absolute delight to fly and talk with. I miss her greatly.”

“Wow! That’s incredible!”

“It was truly quite the amazing experience.”

“We miss her as well. She was quite progressive in her later years.”

“That she was,” I said.

The conversation halted a little bit before Ryan spoke again.

“We called you up here to partly talk with you about your flying experiences but there is another passenger on board that knew you were on this flight. He was brought up to the door as we were talking. Apparently, he said that it’s a private conversation with you.”

“Great way to have an excuse, right?” I asked. “By the way, do I get my wings since I met you both?”

“You’ll get two wings since we were both up here,” Rob said. “Do you fly commercial flights or is it more professional for whatever line of work you do?”

“That’s great I get two wings!” I said. “It’s a mix of personal and professional but it all depends on the circumstances. I don’t want to assume that you know who I am but sometimes it’s more of I need to get myself out of sticky situations that are life threatening.”

Ryan and Rob looked at me before Ryan spoke.

“Yes, we know that you are the Grand Duches Marie Alexandrovna,” Ryan said. “You were flagged when your ticket was bought by the ticket agent. She is also Russian and part of her family is Russian – she knew who you were immediately. We received the message as you met the gate agents but once the message was read by both of us, it disappeared.”

“Does the rest of the flight crew know?” I asked. “Also, with all major airlines, I have spoken the higher ups to have it that way – my flagged identity gets deleted from the system. IT with the highest security are the only ones to access that information once its deleted. If my true identity were used, there wouldn’t be a flag however, if I provide both my Russian diplomatic passport along with another passport, the ticket agents are made aware to use the other one, flag my true identity as who I am but to use my other identity.”

“We’re the only ones who know as we have a higher security than the rest of the flight crew,” Ryan said. “We’re also sworn to privacy when we have diplomats – known or unknown – as well as MPs on board.”

I nodded my head.

“Thank you both so much for everything. I hope that with your sworn secrecy, you don’t discuss us meeting with anyone but yourselves – that includes family and other pilots.”

“Due to our contracts and sworn secrecy, we can’t discuss meeting important with anyone other than our pilot that was in the cockpit. If we do discuss it privately, we use secure rooms at airports and in our homes.”

I nodded my head again and left the cockpit. As I exited and closed the door, there was Matteo.

“Hey. So Bob reached out to me to let me know that you would be on this flight. How he knew is beyond me. After we land, he had me promise him that I would take you to the hospital to be checked out. He said that some woman who owned the hospital you were in while in her hospital said that there would be two cars. One would be blue and the other would be silver. We’d have the blue car. Are you traveling with someone?”

“Matteo, it’s so good to see you. Remind me to text Bob to give him some shit for texting you. I had surgery recently and Bob knew that traveling would aggravate it somewhat – I’m ok though. Good. Glad there’s going to be a car there for us. And yes but also no for traveling with someone. My brother texted an old friend and neighbor to meet me in Italy to be my travel companion due to his past military experience and ability to travel across multiple time in such a short amount of time but he’s failing epically.”

“Tall skinny dude with blond hair in economy?”

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“He’s been out cold since we got in the air. The only time he woke up was to eat and then he fell back asleep again.”

“How he was able to cross multiple time zones in the military and still function is beyond me. In eleven months, I crossed well over thirty and functioning far better.”

“Wow.”

I looked at my watch.

“It looks like we’re on schedule and we’re due to land in the next twenty minutes.”

“I’ll see you when we land. I’m back in Economy as well.”

“Heads up though, Matteo? Be expected for a surprise when we land.”

He nodded and then we headed to our seats. When I got back to mine, I organized all my stuff, double checked I had all of my passports, identifications and other documentation. Thankfully, I did. I buckled up and was ready to land. Thanks to Ryan and Rob, we had a smooth landing. Once taxied to the airport, I unbuckled my seatbelt, grabbed my stuff from the overhead bin, threw on my crossbody bag and disembarked the plane.

I headed towards Customs and waited for both Matteo and Mike. Under the lights inside the airport, Matteo looked exhausted and Mike was now wide awake. Mike would have his ass handed to him since it’s now midnight and he slept for about ten hours…it’ll take him a few days to adjust back. They were talking and it was clear that Matteo was explaining to Mike what was going to happen once we saw the cars. Mike didn’t look happy at all and he said so when they reached me.

“I thought that I was going to drop you off at home.”

“Were you asked to by either my brother or I? No. I’m appreciative that I had a partial flying companion but at the same time, I’m still incredibly hurt of how you treated me the last few times we saw each other before my leaving to New Zealand. You will be brought home miles from me. I’ve been nonstop since landing in New Zealand and the last thing I had time for was dealing with the hurt that you caused. Yes, it was unintended but words matter.”

“But I came all the way to Italy and back!”

“With a brand new passport, a one way ticket to Italy and a one way ticket to Newfoundland paid for by other governments. The only money you spent yourself was the ticket here. Go to the main exit and wait for us.”

Mike nodded then did as he was told and went through Customs alone. As he did so, I pulled Matteo aside.

“I’m not who you think I am,” I began. “We may be stopped due to the passports I handed to Customs when we landed in Newfoundland. I gave my Russian diplomatic one and of course my main Canadian passport. Both are under separate names. My Russian passport has my true identity but this Canadian one doesn’t. I have a second Canadian one that has my true identity. Most of my passports have different names.”

“Wait. What in the actual fuck, Deppgrl?” he just about shouted.

“Be quiet!” I said. “Go home, shower, eat and get some rest. In a few hours come over and I’ll tell you what I can legally tell you.”

“I can’t wrap my brain around this but once I’ve slept, I’ll come over.”

I nodded and led us towards the main exit. I had hoped Mike could stay awake on his feet or even doze off on a bench. Thankfully, he was awake and on his feet waiting for us. Once we all stepped outside, both sedans that Sera sent us pulled up.

“The silver one is for you, Mike,” I said. “It’ll take you directly home. Matteo will be with me in the blue one – I’ll be dropped off first then he will.”

Mike nodded.

“Here’s an envelope to hand to your driver when you get home. Whoever sent the cars paid for their time, fuel, mileage and tip. An extra tip doesn’t hurt as not everyone tips a driver.”

Mike nodded again and mumbled is thanks. I nodded in return. When Matteo and I got to the blue sedan, the driver immediately stepped out, popped the trunk and greeted us.

“Duchess,” he said as he bowed his head slightly. “Sir.”

“Hello, Dom,” I said as I handed him my large bag. “I’m packing light this time around.”

“A complete shock!” he said as we laughed. Matteo threw his overnight bag into the trunk and closed it.

I headed to the front passenger seat to sit next to Dom. I was thankful that he was the driver as he was always so friendly and respectful. Matteo sat behind me. Once we were all in Dom’s car and had our seatbelts on, Dom headed in the direction of my house. It was a quick drive, happily. When he parked, he went to the trunk to get my bag as I grabbed my crossbody bag and got out.

“I’ll be back in about half an hour to bring you to the hospital. Does that work?” he said as he handed me my bag and my keys that were mailed to him.

“It does, thanks, Dom,” I said. “I’ll take a shower, change the gauze, dress and meet you back out here.”

“Sounds good, Duchess,” he said.

Matteo took the front seat as I unlocked my house. Before I could close and lock the door behind me, Dom was on his way to drop off Matteo. When I did enter my house and lock the door behind me, I dropped my bags and headed upstairs to the bathroom. As I was going upstairs, I peaked my head into each room to see the state of each room. Bob came by three times a month to dust and vacuum my house while I was in Europe. My laundry that I had left behind was washed, dried and put away.

I eventually made it to my bathroom. I kicked off my flip flops, peeled the sundress over my head and took the gauze off from where the skin split a little bit. That pull hurt and I knew that the water was going to be horrendous. After turning on the water, I grabbed a new bar of mild soap and my most basic shampoo and conditioner. I checked the water again, adjusted it and hopped in.

The water felt so good on my skin. I just stood under the water for a few minutes before I started to wash and condition my hair. I rinsed everything out, washed my body with the soap and used face wash for my face. I stood in the water for a few more minutes to rinse off. I didn’t want to get out but I knew Dom would be back soon to come pick me up. I dried off, applied deodorant, brushed my hair and teeth and headed into my room.

I raided my closet and drawers just to pick panties, jean shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt. I got dressed, put my flip flops back on and headed downstairs. I grabbed two bottles of water for Dom and I, grabbed my keys and my crossbody bag and headed out. I locked the door behind me. Not even two minutes later, Dom arrived and in his personal car. I hopped in.

“All ok, Marie?” he asked.

“I hope so,” I said. “I had plastic surgery about a week ago – eye and eye brow lift as well as a breast lift. I don’t think the drains that were placed in my tits are helping much and my skin where the stitches were under my tits tore a little bit. Think there could be some kind of infection. I’d rather get looked over to be safe.”

“Oh wow. Do you want me to stay with you?”

“I’d appreciate that, friend. We could be a while.”

“I’ve got nothing to do but be with you.”

“Thank you.”

We parked and walked in. I checked myself in with my Candian license and insurance card with my true identity. The hospital has two charts for me – one as Deppgrl Smith and the one under Marie Alexdrovna Romanov. I hoped by using my id with my true identity would get me in faster.

“Why are you here, ma’am?” the ER receptionist asked.

“I believe I have an infection from plastic surgery.”

“Can I see your identification please?”

“Sure,” I said as I handed it over.

She hummed and hawed then hawed then hummed.

“Don’t merge the charts,” I said. “There’s a reason why they are separate.”

“Oh. Ok, I can do that,” she said. “Is the healthcare card up to date?”

“It is,” I said.

After checking me in, adding the reason why I was wanting to be seen and being handed back my id and health card back, she told us to have a seat.

“Thank you,” I said as we walked away.

We didn’t have a chance to sit when I was called.

“Marie?” a nurse called out.

“Coming!” I said.

We were brought back to an exam room.

“What’s going on, Marie?” Susanna asked me.

“Well, I had an eye and eyebrow lift and a breast lift within the past week. Drains were inserted under my tits but there’s a little bit of an odor. Stitches were removed but the skin split earlier and there’s a small leak. The fluid that’s coming out of the drains and from where the skin split is mostly clear but with a slight pink color.”

“We’ll check you out to see what’s going on,” she said. “Do you want your companion to stay in the room or do you want him to step out?”

“Dom will be staying.”

Susanna nodded and asked if I could take my top off and I complied. As I was doing so, she put on exam gloves. Dom couldn’t stop staring at my lifted tits. I had to chuckle.

“I am about to examine you. Do I have your permission to do so?”

“You do.”

Susanna nodded then proceeded to examine me. I knew that it was a medical necessity and that the ER doctor would as well.

“It does appear that there’s a mild infection that’s draining from your breasts,” she said. “Since I can’t officially diagnose you, the doctor will have to. I’ll send one over as soon as one is available.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome, Duchess,” she said as she took off the exam gloves. “I’ll get you an exam gown. Have it open in the front but you can cover yourself up until the doctor is ready to examine you.”

I nodded. She tossed the used exam gloves in the garbage, grabbed a gown and handed it to me. She turned her back to me as Dom helped me get it on and helped me cover myself.

“I’m all set, Susanna, thank you,” I said.

She nodded, opened the door and left.

“Why did you get a breast life, eye lift and a brow lift?”

“Well, when I went to Italy to search for Rob, I entered the country as Marie and searched boldly for him as Marie. I knew it was a mistake but the surgery was to barely change how I looked so when those who I had spoken with saw me in the future, I’d look familiar but not identical to how I did before. I also had my hair dyed thinking it’d be a bigger distraction than the surgery.”

“Your hair and your beautiful tits are a distraction itself. God damn!”

“Red doesn’t suit me and straight men are often distracted by my tits.”

Dom laughed hard and loud as he agreed that straight men are distracted by my tits. We then heard a knock on the door. Dom headed over and opened the door, revealing a doctor that I had seen many years ago, Dr. Diana Figeroa.

“Marie. What have I told you about plastic surgery? You don’t need it.”

“It wasn’t full on surgery, Diana. It was a few tweaks,” I said.

“Your face looks stunning already and your bruising has fading significantly around your eyes. Mind if I examine your incision site and drain site?”

“Go right ahead,” I said as she threw on gloves.

She came into my space to check both drains and the incision sites. She stepped back to get a kidney tray to see what comes out of the drain.

“This may hurt a little bit but it isn’t my intention,” she said as she started to drain a little bit. “Susanna said there was a pink hue to the clear fluids that came out and thought it was an infection. She is right….there is a small infection.”

“Of course there is,” I sighed.

“I am going to remove these drains, flush the area then look at the incision sight, ok?”

“You got it, boss,” I said.

“You are one chill royal,” she chuckled.

She lifted each tit, removed the gauze and sighed.

“Slight infection here, too. Don’t worry. I’ll flush the area as well, apply antibiotic ointment, use skin safe glue and steri strips, ok? Check all the areas each and call me if there’s any change.”

I nodded. She removed the gloves, tossed them and went to get her supplies. A few minutes later, she arrived back with everything. It took about ten minutes to remove and flush the drain sites and about eight minutes for the incision sites. She covered the drain sites with a little bit of antibiotic ointment then followed up with steri strips then skin glue.

“I have a prescription of oral antibiotics for you here with me as well,” Diana said. “We don’t want the infection to get any worse than what it is. Take one tablet three times a day for seven days. I also have a prescription for Ibuprofen 800 mg in case you need it for painAre you up to date with your Depo Provera birth control injection?”

“You are amazing, Diana. I’ll definitely take the antibiotic as I don’t want to be any more miserable and uncomfortable than I already am. The Ibuprofen might be beneficialI think I’m due in a few weeks for the shot.”

“I have a syringe ready and here with me. Let’s get it taken care of as a precautionary measure.”

I got up, dropped my shorts just past my hip, lifted the gown and turned around. I felt the cool alcohol spread over my skin. A moment later, I felt the needle enter my skin and the contents of the syringe enter my body. Seconds later, she was finished, applied the bandage and said that I was all set.

“And don’t forget yogurt with the antibiotic!”

“I won’t!”

“Get dressed and I’ll get your discharge papers started, ok?”

I nodded and she left. I got off the exam table and Dom helped me get dressed.

“When Diana gets back with your discharge papers, I’ll step into the hallway to call Aditi to see if she can make us dinner for us to pick up on our way back to your house,” Dom offered. “That sound good to you?”

“That would be perfect,” I sighed out of exhaustion. “I don’t know if the restaurant will still be open but it’s worth a try.”

“What’s worth a try?” Diana asked as she reappeared.

“Dom reaching out to Aditi to see if we can pick up dinner on our way home,” I said as Dom stepped out.

“No wonder you’re friends with Aditi. She and her husband have amazing food.”

“Part of it is her food but mostly she and her husband are truly amazing people,” I said. “Aditi has been beneficial to what I do. She’s done what I do many years and has taught me what I know.”

“And Dom?” as she handed me my discharge paperwork.

“Eye candy and occasional fuck buddy,” I said. “He’s also a good friend.”

“Good lay?”

“Amazing. Talk about sex being so good my eyes roll to the back of my head, screaming and multi-orgasmic.”

“Take a day or so to heal before your eyes roll to the back of your head, ok?”

“Sounds reasonable.”

“What does?” Dom asked.

“Her eyes rolling to the back of her head and her toes curling.”

“Marie, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Oh, you always say that when you’re balls deep in me, Dom.”

“Even when fully clothed, you’re going to be the death of me. Aditi said that if we leave now, we can make it before she closes and cleans up.”

“Diana, thank you so much for taking care of me. I’ll check the areas a few times a day and keep you posted. If push comes to shove, Dom will help.”

“Sounds good, Marie. Dom, take good care of her.”

“Will do, Doc.”

Dom and I shook Diana’s hand and we left. It was a quiet walk to the car.

“What did you order from Aditi?”

“She said that she was going to give us some of everything. I told her that we were fine with that.”

“Good. Her food is amazing.”

“It is. Is it true that Aditi taught you everything you needed to know for your government work and spy work?”

“Most of it. I did have to learn the technology, of course, through each government.”

“Did you get training in luring men in to have sex with you?”

“Really, Dom?” I asked. “That’s extremely insulting and rude.”

“I’m sorry.”

“When we stop at the restaurant, take me home. We’ll divvy up the food and then you’ll go home. I don’t need your help with my recovery.”

“Marie, I’m really sorry. I didn’t say it to be insulting and rude.”

“I know but you said it anyway.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“I accept your apology.”

For the rest of the twenty five minute drive, it was silent. Dom kept looking at me from the corner of his eye as he was driving. I ignored him and didn’t cry though I desperately wanted to. I knew Dom didn’t mean it but he said it and it still hurt.

When we arrived at Aditi’s restaurant, he parked leaving the car running and ran inside to pick up dinner. It took him a few minutes to get the food and when he came back, he had two bags of food.

“Aditi split the food for us. Your name is on yours. She clearly knew what was up before I stepped foot inside.”

“Ok.” I didn’t tell him that I texted her when he wasn’t looking at me while he was driving.

A few minutes later, we arrived to my house. I gathered my crossbody purse, my discharge papers, my prescriptions and my food. I slammed the door without saying anything. When I got to my door, I unlocked it and entered. I dropped the food into my kitchen and texted Aditi.

Thank you so much for the food, friend. I appreciate you getting it ready so late in the night. It’s great to be eating your cooking again after almost a year. I’m home safe and sound and Dom is heading to his own home. I couldn’t deal with him any longer. He didn’t mean to be insulting and rude but he was because he said it out loud. I’ll eat, take my meds, hydrate and go to bed.

You’re very welcome, Deppgrl. I’m always happy and available to cook for you at any time of the day. Glad you’re home safely. Once you told me what he said, I gave him shit for talking to that way. Expect big gestures from him though I demanded that he didn’t. I’m very happy that you sent him on his way as he doesn’t deserve any part of you. Please do take care of yourself. Let me know if you need anything.

Thank you.

I put my phone down and ripped open the bag so I could get the food out quickly. Aditi gave me so many containers of beef, chicken and vegetable samosas and buttered chicken. I hate about half of the samosas and a quarter of the buttered chicken before I felt stuffed. I sat there contemplating how thankful I was for Aditi. She was the only one who understood what this life is like. I eventually got up, put the food in the fridge, took the antibiotic and Ibuprofen then headed to bed for the night.