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"You were mine the second you put your signature on that contract." He looked at me with pure lust and dominance in his eyes.
"F*ck you."
He smirks and moves closer to me, coming to my side of the booth and caging me ag...
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December
3 Days Later...
It's been a few days. I've gotten my voice back and the doctors are currently checking my paralysis.
They told me that if I show signs that I can move my lower body, then they can let me walk around the hospital with a walker.
I would be jumping for joy if I weren't so embarrassed. I mean, I basically have to relearn to walk. How could I not be embarrassed?
The nurse I was given pokes my left leg with a thin, dull metal stick. "Can you feel that?" I shake my head. She puts the stick down and picks up a slightly sharper one.
She pokes with the same amount of pressure as the other. Hard enough for my muscles to feel and respond but not hard enough to draw blood. "How about now?" she asks with her usual smile on her lips.
I shake my head no, again. She sighs and puts the stick down on the tray. "Okay, so there is one more pin and if you can't feel it then the bullet hit more than we thought. The result of that being a longer time period with paralysis or permanent damage." the smile is no longer on her face as she picks up the last stick which is sharper than the other two. Almost like a toothpick.
My heart beats so loud I can hear it in my mind. The closer the pin comes to my leg the more panic I feel.
I pray to god that I won't be permanently paralyzed. I have to help Astoria. She needs me and I know that asshole has her. I just don't know what he's doing with her but I swear if he touched her I will give him hell before sending him there.
I feel the small needle pinch my thigh and my leg flinches softly. "Ow, what the hell?" I glare at the nurse whose smile has found its way back onto her face. Just then I realize what just happened.
I felt the needle. My leg moved. I'm not paralyzed!
"Oh my God." shock and relief fill me from head to toe. I sit up and lean against the now lifted bed. "Now, you won't be able to walk at the snap of a finger as I'm sure the doctors told you and you won't have control over your lower body but I can schedule for you to have walker practice and physical therapy." a wide smile slips onto my face at the news.
This is the only good news I've retained this entire time. I can't help but feel as if things are finally looking up for me.
"And how long would that take?" I ask.
She thinks for a while before answering. "Well, every patient is different and for you specifically I may take a few weeks maybe since your injury was quite minor. But then again your legs were very quick to respond to pain." weeks?
