Jul 13, 2009 13:25
My boy's back, thanks to Renee and Damon. He was in Wales, and he overdosed, but he's alive. He's in Peter's hospital. He woke up once, and informed me I was dead. I think that would explain why he ran. Poor kid thought he lost both his parents.
Either way, it doesn't excuse it. So here we go again.
As for me, I'm healing. Physically. Emotionally, not so much. And the family drama doesn't seem to end, so I don't know when, if ever, that will happen. Damon has left London for a little while, but he'll be back. We'll just have to roll with it.