Sandy’s POV
Some days after, Anthony was discharged and was taken home on a wheelchair. It saddened me when I see him sitting on the wheelchair, his leg still in pain and arm too. I felt guilty because I was part of the reason why he was the way he was. If only I had listened to him, if only I had not ignored him that night, he would be fine and not in the bad condition he is in right now. I had to make it up to him somehow or I will live the rest of my life in guilt.
“Here we are,” I said, wheeling him into his room. I stopped beside his bed and stood in front of him.
Anthony tilted his head back and looked at me with a cute expression on his face. He batted his lashes at me, his eyes forming a doe-like expression.
“I know I’m heavy,” he said and pouted.
I waved my hand. “You’re a gr
