AVERY'S POV
I woke up uneasy— frightened maybe. Turning to the side, I noticed a crutch and wheel chair was provided for me. Good because I need to get some air.
"Woah! woah! What are you doing? Sydney said out of the blue. When did she get in? "You should be in bed not trying to sprain your ankle any further. How's your arm?"
"I'm fine, my arm feels a lot better." It was hurting but I needed to move. After days of being tied to a bed—it felt that way. I want to finally move around, breathe. “I'm not made of glass you know.”
“yeah you're not but you're a human on the road to recovery and putting pressure on yourself wouldn't help.”
Pressure? I wasn't pushing or putting pressure on myself. I just need to get up and move for a bit. Sleeping all day is exhausting.
"Fine, you win." Tha
