Mathilda
A few hours later
"Would you like to go out for a stroll? They brought in a wheelchair for you." James says the moment he makes his way into my room, pushing the wheelchair forward to my side. "You've been in here for days, and I can tell you're getting bored." He adds, giving me that concerned look with those beautiful green eyes, that for a moment I say nothing but chose to get lost in them.
"Or I can wheel you around the house if you don't wish to go out." He scratches the back of his head awkwardly as he looks at me.
"I don't know, James. Why didn't you tell me I was married to this Cahill before the incident?" I ask him, shooting him a disappointed look. Thankfully the cast has been taken off my neck, and even some bandages, so I have air reaching some parts of my body. Except for the fact that the pains don't seem to go away.
While James stares at me, with his lips thinned together.
