CHARITY II

I woke up to be welcomed by a white ceiling. One look I could tell that I was not at home cause the ceiling was rather furnished with diamond lamp holders but this ceiling was... Plain.

I sucked in my breath darting my gaze around slowly to see a head resting on the bed. He held my hands in his seeing it lightly, "Lance." I called to see him raise his head immediately at me. Lance stared at me worried.

"Are you okay little one?" He asked placing his other hand on my forehead to check my body temperature. Worry evident on his face.

"Yes."

"If you still have any strange feelings you can tell me." He said hugging me as he pressed his lips on my head. "I'm sorry that happened to you, I'll deal with that person alright?" Lance held me like something he would lose if he let go.