Oakleigh
The sensation of needing to relieve myself starts to overwhelm me, but my body doesn't seem to cooperate as I try to stand up. Carrington quickly rushes over and grasps my waist to prevent me from toppling over.
"Are you alright? Where are you headed?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.
"I need to use the bathroom," I reply, trying to steady myself. "I guess being confined to a bed for so long has weakened my muscles and balance." As I take my first few steps, discomfort, and pain shoot through my legs. The realization of how much my body has deteriorated in the past three years hits me hard. Carrington continues to offer his unwavering support, remaining by my side every step of the way. I can't help but feel indebted to him for his unwavering help and presence.
Once we
