~ Past separated them, now pain will bring them together.~
A teenager Sofia Hayden, experiencing her falling apart family isolated herself slowly from everything that she held dear, especially from her best friend Max Wilder who had just realized hi...
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Sofia rose up her hand to press the magic button to call the nurse.
"What're you doing?" Max inquired from the sofa.
Sofia was irritated beyond measure. She contained the groan that tried to crawl out of her throat.
Couldn't he just take the hint that she was trying to avoid him?
"Sofia?" The guy was a stubborn freak.
"Calling the nurse," she kept the bitter edge out of her tone.
No need to poke the monster and see if it is awake.
"Why?"
"To help me to the bathroom."
"I can do that," he announced. Coming to his feet, he reached her bed in a couple of long strides. He even went about to slip a hand down her shoulder to help her up.
"No, you can't," Sofia snapped.
But Max seemed way too determined to help her, to prove how he definitely could. Because of her injuries, she couldn't even kick him in the shin when he carried her to the bathroom.
He left after putting her down in front of the toilet bowl.
Grumbling to herself, she did her business, pressed the flush button, and unlocked the door. Max entered on cue and was silently about to carry her back to the bed. But Sofia refused to keep getting carried by him anymore. In her mind, it scarily seemed to be turning into a routine since the day they got married. Besides, the warmth radiating from his body every time he carried her was beginning to make her feel weird. Her mind was giving her all types of signals saying—this is no good; this only means trouble.
She protested by wiggling away from his hold. It hurt to do those little movements, but she found she was slowly getting used to the pain.
"But how will you walk?" He frowned, looking down at her strapped ankle, lifted a bit from the floor. She was not supposed to put pressure on it.
"I have one good foot," she announced defensively and then holding the door frame, limped a step forward in proof. Once again, it hurt a little, but she did it anyway.
Her pride was in the line, no matter how battered and bruised it was by now.
Max gasped and narrowed his eyes when she swayed slightly on that one good foot.
Instantly and before disaster could strike, his hand slipped around her shoulders. "Then let me help while you limp."
She hardly had any chance to protest.
The warmth was still there, radiating from him as he held her up straight, and she had thought it would be better than being carried in his arms. Her lips pressed into a thin line. Bloody hell, now hanging from his arms, seemed no good as well!
