“I’ll help you…” Hayden replied with a pleased smile.
“You’re the one who’s injured so you should just…stay still…” I pointed out as I pointed a finger at his wounded shoulder.
Hayden laughed a little to brush off my concern for him. I found myself smiling naturally back at him as I slowly got up from my wheelchair. The wheelchair probably made me look sicker than I actually was. The few days of sleep and recuperating helped mend my body while being reunited with Hayden healed my spirit. If he wanted me to get on the bed with him, then I would do it without fail. To my relief, I felt completely fine on my own two feet which gave me confidence to slowly climb onto the bed with him.
The hospital bed was narrow, and it wasn’t like Hayden was a small man for that matter. While I was wondering how I would best fit on the bed with him, Hayden told me bluntly and simply to straddle him.
