Damon's POV

“This is not a good thing.” spoke to myself.

I had to figure out what to do, especially with Emily being helpless for the next few weeks.

“Frank?” I spoke into the hospital phone. I dialled the gate house.

“Good day, Sir.” He greeted me enthusiastically. “We thought we lost you.”

“No you didn't.” I answered speedily, ready to be done with pleasantries.

“Goodness gracious.” His husky voice, which was almost always devoid of emotions, rang with so much delight.

“How are things back there?” I asked him, half prepared for whatever he was going to say.

I bunched my fist half consciously, so tight that my overgrown...