Sarah
“Xavier, you don’t have to do this. I can walk to the therapist’s office. You shouldn’t be moving around in your condition,” My attempts to persuade him to come up short, he’s been insisting to come with me and drive me to the office ever since I booked the appointment. I wanted him to rest and get better.
“Flower, I am going to go with you, end of story.” He states. I nod my head, moving to grab his hand. We walk out and he opens the passenger side door for me. I slid in and he gets in the driver's seat. I can see the struggle it is for him to ignore the pain in his upper back. It makes me feel sad and guilty still. I’ve been having nightmares every night for the past two weeks but Xavier’s always there after one holding me, keeping me grounded. I had to admit I was a bit scared,
