Dylan walked over and offered me a hand to help me back onto my feet.
The moment I tried to stand…
A sharp pull shot across the left side of my chest.
I immediately sucked in a breath.
“No…”
I slowly lowered myself back down.
“Just leave me here for a minute.”
I forced a small smile.
“I’ll get up in a bit.”
Dylan didn’t argue.
Instead, he nodded understandingly.
“Alright.”
He looked toward the treatment room.
“I’ll go get the cream.”
He pointed toward my side.
“It should help quite a bit.”
A small grin crossed his face.
“But…”
He raised a finger.
“Fair warning.”
“It’s cold.”
“And it stings.”
I let out a defeated sigh before smiling anyway.
“Wonderful.”
Waiting for him to return, I stared across the rehabilitation room.
How much more could my body actually handle be
