Third person's pov
It had been two days since Mia confessed everything to James. Mia's condition improved a lot. She wanted to take a walk in the garden but she felt immense pain when she went to stand up. Immediately she slumped back in the bed.
James entered the room and saw Mia cursing under her breath, he smiled and his feet lead him to her.
"Need a hand, Sugar?" He gave her his hand to hold but she shook her head at him.
"I'm good." She tried to stand again and groaned in pain.
"When will you learn to ask for help, Sugar? I know you like being independent but it isn't wrong to take help when you need it." He came beside her and slid his arm around her waist helping her stand. He led her towards the wheelchair that the nurse left for her and gently set her down.
"Thank you, Sarge." She smiled at him.
"Anytime, so where to Ma'am?" He leaned down next to her ear.
