The Devil's Redemption | ✓

|4| The rain

The guilt morphs into anger as fast as her smile dropped before. This is the reason why I play with her. There's something about Miss Sunshine getting mad that enlightens my mood. Dick move I know but I can't stop.

"You are a dick, you know that right?" She asks with that tone that says something like "Keep playing and I will throw the water bottle all over you".

"Yes, I know," I reply honestly and she shakes her head.

She might want to murder me in my sleep most of the time but a part of me also thinks she enjoys our banter. Though it's not like we have much more exciting stuff to do anyway.

"I had an idea last night." She says as she puts everything inside the bag again.

"You did?" I ask acting surprised.

"Yeah I did, my head is not filled with glitter and rainbows even if you might think that." She snaps.

"I wouldn't say rainbows, more like unicorns." I keep it up.

"Do you want to know what my idea is or not?" She tries to act mad but I can notice the beginning of a smile on her lips.

"Tell me." I fight a smile of my own.

"You have been in this room for a while now and I thought taking some fresh air might do you good. So I checked the amenities of the building and found that there was a tiny garden on the rooftop. So what do you say about spending the day there? Checked the weather, warm sunny day."

That's probably the last thing I want. These past few days I hadn't moved out of my bed except to go to the bathroom and just that simple excursion drains my energy. But I can tell she is excited and I also know she is right about it being good for me.

"Sure, why not." I finally reply and her face lights up.

"I will get everything ready, we are going to have such a good time you will see." She leaves the room happily.

Waiting for her to come back the thought of backing down and staying in bed for the rest of the day comes to my mind repeatedly but I decide to ignore it. I can't stay here forever.

"Okay, I got everything we could ever need. Are you ready? Do you want me to help you change clothes?" She gets inside the room with a bag hanging over my wheelchair.

"Nah I will just change my shirt," I say removing the one I was wearing.

Her eyes travel down to my naked torso that's not in the best shape right now but taking the fact that she doesn't stop staring I imagine it still has its appeal. Though I wish I could tell what she is thinking.

"Mia I need you to pass me a shirt." I point to the wardrobe on the other side of the room.

"Oh yeah sure, sorry." She shakes her head and walks up to the wardrobe, takes a white tee, and throws it my way.

"Thanks." I put it on slowly, doing a little show out of this.

"Okay let's go. And don't you dare fight the wheelchair because there's no way I let you use crutches?" Her tone is firm and confident.

"Okay, I won't." I bring my hands up as she comes closer with the wheelchair.

Putting it next to my bed she helps me to sit down on it. I don't fight her help because let's be honest, I don't have the strength of doing it alone and I have to start being okay with that fact.

"Are you comfortable?" She wonders looking at my posture.

"I am," I admit.

"Okay then let's go." She takes the wheelchair and guides me out of the room to the elevators at the entrance.