I should have said something. Instead I just stared at him wide eyed and dazed. He sighed deeply, and gently helped me to my feet, handing me the crutches. "You should go now." His words were gentle, and there was a trace of regret in voice, but it still kinda hurt anyway. I could only process that he had kissed me, and now he wanted me to leave. He opened the door for me and stood aside.
I grasped the handles of my crutches and walked myself out. Whatever happened, I was going to hang on to my shredded dignity. "Thank you for your help, Shane."
"Oh, right, here." He slipped two rolls of the elastic tape into a bag and handed them to me. I took the bag and read a message in it. I needed to wrap my own knees in the future. He didn't want to do it again. I mumbled another th
