"How's your leg?" I asked David, looking up at him, as I snuggled closer into his chest.
He looked down at me and smiled. A smile that seemed at peace.
"Perfect" he stated, as he pecked me on my lips.
It has been three days since the incident and we have been doing nothing but lying down with each other and talking about ourselves. Both of us had taken a week off of our usual lives so that I could take care of him while he recovered. I was half expecting his parents to show up and demand they'd stay with us till he got better, but I was surprised that no one had even given a visit or let alone a call to inquire about his health. Bianca had gone back to the hospital to settle some things after she accompanied us to the car. So I suspected that she might have let slip the juicy details o
