The Unexpected Has Arrived! (Unexpected, #2)

Chapter 20

"Let me help you," he said as he lifted me out of my chair, letting just one of his fingers touch my arse.

"Hey!" I protested, not prepared to accept any of that behaviour from a medical professional.

"Sorry about that," he replied, not making eye contact with me. Clearly, he wasn't sorry at all. Especially with the fact that Taylor had been distracted with Tahlia throughout the encounter.

I took to good old 'grinning and bearing it' throughout the entire ordeal.

I managed to support my weight on the bars, even without the bars for a very short moment. I could walk the entire distance with the support of the bars, but only half a step without.

"This is good progress," Dr. Trunt was constantly saying, especially when he brought his hands on me to support my weight. I couldn't help but hear a double meaning to it.

The entire session of physical therapy I linked to a period of high school. I looked upon it, ready to tackle the challenges I'd constucted previously, but when it came time, it proved to be as degrading and diminishing as last time. Especially with the attitude of the other students, bullying as they thought necessary. But, when it came time for the period to end, the murky cloud was dispelled and my previous state of euphoria came back.

Especially when it was Taylor dispelling the cloud.

"You were like a machine out there," he told me as I sat back in my chair, relief for my aching feet.

"It felt good to walk again," I told him before I met his kiss, unable to hold back my passion.

"E-hem!" Dr. Trunt's voice sounded, "This is a public place and the public would appreciate it if you would not display such things."

Was this guy rude or what?!

"Not to worry," Taylor voiced, a gleam of protectiveness in his eyes, "We're done here for now, right?"

"Definitely," the doctor replied, walking away to sign papers.

"What is his problem?!" I exclaimed after I had wheeled myself out into the lift, Taylor and Tahlia following behind.

"I don't know, but I don't think I'll be able to stand it for much longer," Taylor replied, pressing the button for the ground floor.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, curious.

"That means I've got reasonable grounds to sue the bastard," he muttered the last part so Tahlia wouldn't hear. She was too distracted by all the other people in the lift to worry though.

"Tay," I huffed, a little quieter so the other people wouldn't hear. "Don't be ridiculous. It'll be over soon. Don't go stupid now."

"Damn right it'll be over soon," he muttered again.

"Taylor Elliott!" I scolded him, hitting him across the thigh. "You're not going to do anything. Let me deal with this, okay? It's fine."

He looked down to meet my eyes, looking in them for something I had no idea of. "Okay," he finally mumbled as the lift came to a stop and the doors opened.

I wheeled myself to the front of the hospital, Taylor and Tahlia following behind again.

"Do you want to wait here again?" he asked more sincerely.

I looked in the direction of the path that lead to the carpark. It was uphill and would take a lot of effort. "Yeah, I'll wait here."

"Okay," he said, leaning down to kiss me softly.

He quickly retracted and walked with Tahlia into the direction of the car. Presumably.

They were not gone thrity seconds before my mobile phone started ringing. After finding Barbie clothes, glue sticks and a tube of toothpaste - toothpaste? - I retrived my phone from my bag in time to see who was calling.