Third Person PoV
Sharon was speechless after hearing Rose’s thoughts. She could only let her beloved drag the cart up to two floors until she volunteered to take over again. Sharon noticed that Rose had been flinching whenever she walked, and she knew that her ankle injury was aching again.
“I’m fine, Sharon.”
Sharon smiled and said.
“I know. But it requires a lot of physical labor, and your wound is aching. At least mine didn’t need any stitching- yours does. So let me handle the rest.”
Rose nodded as she followed Sharon from behind while holding the handrail with one foot and slowly walking up the stair.
“Does your wound start aching again?”
Sharon asked while wiping her sweat.
“It’s okay. It’s normal, isn’t it?”
As they walked up the stairs, they were both out of breath
