William Caddel
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“I don’t think the wheelchair is necessary.”
“Shut up,” I said easily. Her knee was hurting badly and she was limping. If the wheelchair wasn’t present, she’d have to lean on me and I didn’t want her to touch me.
She remained quiet as I rolled her wheelchair out of the hospital. When we got to my car, I stared at her and she stared back at me. I exhaled. I guess I’d have to touch her anyway?
However, before I could carry her out of the chair and into the car, she held onto the side of the car and stood up by herself. I breathed in relief as she closed the door after entering the car. It wasn’t like she repulsed me or anything. I just couldn’t afford physical contact with her. It was dangerous for me.
As I rounded the car to enter from the other door, my driver came
