Sarah was awake even though it was not what she wanted. Her foot was starting to hurt again and the splint felt too tight. Trying to gather the energy to sit up and adjust it, she turned sideways with her eyes still closed. Her dazed mind was fighting to make sense of what had happened since she left the hospital, everything came in disarranged flashes that she was struggling to put together. There was movement on the bed and Hamdan's cologne hit her nose. It made her realize where she was and who she was with and that was comforting. Blinking her eyes open, she saw him lying next to her, resting his body on one elbow.
He was looking back with half a smile. "Does it hurt?"
She cleared her throat and swallowed, attempting to find her voice. "A little bit," it still came out raspy. "What did that doctor give me?"
"I don't know but it was fun to watch," he chuckled and she followed suit. "Do you remember everything?" He added.
She rubbed her forehead. "Kind off... I remember telling Salem the worst jokes. He's going to really fire me now..." She trailed off as she recalled naming Sheikha Fancy-pants. Biting her lip she was frantically racking her brain for how much information she had shared.
"Well, you won't be at the stables for a while, so..." He shrugged.
"Six weeks? Is that right?" She asked, hoping to be wrong.
"At least."
"That is so long, Hamdan," she complained, as she started to consider all the other things she would not be able to do; it was a lot more than just riding horses. "What am I going to do?"
"You'll be here, so you don't have to worry about anything," Hamdan reassured as if it was nothing what he just said.
Sarah propped herself on one elbow as well. "What? I can not be here for six weeks! That's crazy!"
"No, you going back to your apartment is crazy," he tucked her hair behind her ear.
She went on to feel her head with her hand and realized what a mess she was looking like. She pulled off the elastic band that was keeping her hair tied.
Hamdan continued. "Here you don't have to think about chores or taking Rooster out for a walk or—"
She instantly forgot about her appearance. "Oh my God! Rooster!"
"I'll send for him and the rest of your things. You have your keys, right?"
"In my bag," she answered automatically. Poor Roster had been alone since before the sun came up, she prayed he did not make too much of a mess to punish her for the abandonment.
"You're obviously not training or volunteering, and you can design from here. So you're staying and we'll get a nurse—"
She snapped at the word nurse. "Whoa! Hold on," her palm was in front of Hamdan. "Okay, I'll stay but it's just a broken foot. I don't need a nurse."
He frowned. "And what about when I'm not here?"
"I'll manage," she half lied thinking about the crutches she still needed to learn how to use, but she knew she would get the hang of it. Eventually. "I'm staying, but no nurse."
Hamdan puffed and pressed his lips together.
She angled her head. "Come on, meet me halfway."
"Fine," he agreed. "But if you change your mind—"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll let you know," she waved her hand dismissively. "Now, please, would you be a dear and take the splint off? Is choking my foot," she begged, whimpering.
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Fanfiction"A strand of hair was laying over her left eye and he slowly tucked it behind her ear with his index finger. His hand kept going down to the back of her neck and he caressed her blushing cheek with his thumb. She did not seem to be cold anymore. His...
