John's deep voice rang out, "Kathy, I'm fine. I've gotten used to it over the years. It's actually not as bad as it looks."
Kathleen looked up.
She looked at the man with a distressed and puzzled expression.
John looked at her with a cheeky expression and continued, "This way, Kathy will be able to help me clean up my prosthetic leg and take care of me for the rest of my life."
"Who agreed to take care of you for the rest of your life?"
After Kathleen helped John clean up his prosthetic leg and put the prosthetic leg back on.
John reached out his hand and pulled Kathleen up.
Perhaps it was intentional, or perhaps it was unintentional.
He used too much strength and pulled Kathleen into his embrace. At the same time, Kathleen kissed John's lips.
Their eyes met.
John smiled.
