Chapter 6
Ollie
Oliver was laying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. He was on the floor of the makeshift gym in his temporary home and Elsie was standing nearby, counting out his movements. He was in pain and beyond exhausted. A part of him felt like passing out would be a better alternative than staying conscious, but there was no way that Elsie would let him quit. He loved that about her.
“How is this so hard?” he asked, through gritted teeth. “I'm hardly doing anything. This shouldn't be so difficult.”
“Just keep going until I tell you to stop,” Elsie said.
She was wearing her lime-green scrubs again and Ollie couldn't help but to take a peek at her backside every chance he got. She looked really good and the weeks of therapy with her had created feelings toward her. He knew
