HERO
Hero shook his head. But he can't stop the smile from crossing his lips.
He can't believe that he had been so nervous only a while ago, afraid of the identity of the owner of the apartel. When it turned out to be Mary Earle, someone he was well acquainted with, he felt relieved.
"She's too kind," he murmured, bracing himself to get out of the bed in time for a sharp pain beginning to throb on his left leg where the prosthetic was still attached, momentarily halting him. He let out a silent curse.
When he pulled off the bed cover, he saw a tiny red stain on his jeans, making him think that something might have happened to him last night.
Did he fall? Probably. That was the only possibility that he could think of. With his fall, some part of the prosthetic leg that was attached to him might have cut through his skin.
