We left MRI with bandages on my right shoulder, my left arm and both calves. I could see the initial light of the sun emerging from the horizon, gleaming into the dark skies. I managed to get into the car on my own while he watched me from the side. As we exited MRI, early strollers walking along the footpath outside the hospital turned their heads at us or specifically at the vehicle in awe.

Nick's intention to drive me straight in front of my flat was halted when I requested to drop me off at the intersection of Upper Lloyd Street-Maine Road, allowing me to walk home on my own.

"You're not fit to walk on your own," he pointed out. "I'll send you straight home."

"You don't get to decide whether I can walk or not," I grunted.

"That wasn't a decision. I'm getting you home safely," he replied stubbornly.

"But you already did," I said. "This is my home."

He exhaled bitterly and pulled over by the kerb of Upper Lloyd Street. I unbuckled my seat belt while he got out of the car to my side and opened the door. I thanked him politely and limped my way to my flat. As I was halfway to my flat, I glanced behind to see Nick's McLaren still parked by the kerbm watching me from afar. I walked further until the car was at its absolute threshold and slowly disappeared from my sight.

As I lumbered my way home, I couldn't brush off Nick from my mind. Intuitively, I was perplexed by his kind gesture fixing my wounds and took the liberty to drive me to my flat. Was he being nice out of guilty conscience or did I misjudge him?

My conscience began to question my decision of holding grudges against him in all aspects. Why did I create an enemy whom I have little knowledge of? And at what cost? Why was he doing this for me? So, he could let me decide which war was worth waging?

My thoughts shifted to Abs and my sorrowful heart fumed in resentment. Did he dragged me out of my flat, made me travel to Qpark to save his ass only to let me be clobbered by Nick, so that he could to teach me a lesson not to mess with his heart? Because it worked! Do I deserve to be treated this way? I don't think so.

Nick's advice at the A&E continued to weigh on my thoughts; they were short and meaningful. I also need some support and protection.

Once I entered my room, I switched on my laptop and Googled for ShipGoUK Bennett Street, Ardwick and bookmarked its location. I wasn't sure if I'd be lucky to find Nick there, but it was a start.