We spent the rest of the day doing mostly nothing. Gage tried to prevent me from doing anything he thought would be too much work on my body. He hovered all day like a worried mother. When nothing seemed out of the norm, we both slowly relaxed. I was feeling much better by the time we went to bed. The next day, Gage hovered less. By the third day, we were back to normal. I could almost forget something like that had happened. Still, after lunch, Gage looked me over as we sat in his bed thinking about what to do next.
"Are you feeling alright?" He asked and I nodded. He frowned softly and reached out to brush his fingers over my cheek. "Promise me you will let me know if you feel anything weird."
"I promise," I assured him, and that seemed to help him relax. His phone rang for what felt l
