Leaning on Akihiko's shoulder, I shift my whole weight onto him, which seems to trouble him not in the least.
"Am I not heavy?" I grunt out, desperately trying to keep weight of my legs as the blonde delicately loads me into a brown leather wheelchair. Adjusting my sitting position on the chair, I clip my hair with a beret on one side to avoid it getting into my eyes.
Akihiko let's out a short laugh, his soft hands trailing over my messy hairdo. "You don't weight very much. It's honestly concerning." Leaning down, he lovingly clips the beret into my hair.
Sighing, I let him wheel me outside the room and down the hallway, only looking up at him once when he moves in front of me to open doors.
Looking down at both my casted feet, I can't help but feel a sense of disgust. Akihiko'll have
