f**k I can't even know to take my clothes off. I hate it. I hate it. My ribs still hurt. After my accident with my bike, I can't move. I can deal with scratches and bruises but my ribs are killing me. The painkillers don't help at all. I had my mom helping for two weeks but she needed to go back to her job. So I let her go. I should tell her to help me with my shower first before she leaves. I take off my nightdress after a long time and I try to wash myself. f**k it hearts so much. A knock on the door and a voice outside the door stopped my tears.
“Hey it’s me, your brother asked me to come” What on earth Nick is doing here?
“Jules?”
“What are you doing here?” I ask turning off the water
“Because you weren’t answering your phone. Your brother was worried and sent me to check on you” f
