gorgeous girl.” She gives me a wink, and it seems to have a hidden meaning behind it. I slowly stand. I really miss being able to stand up and not feel dizzy or sick . It’s the little things in life that we take for granted.
“I’ve got you,” Liam says. I feel his strong hands around my back, holding me upright. He is so masculine and robust. The way he holds me up, I feel like I’m floating.
“Thanks,” I reply, feeling helpless.
Nurse Jane brings over a wheelchair, which will make the trip to the parking lot a hell of a lot easier. Will I ever get back to normal? Walking short distances is even a struggle, and being so dependent on everyone is the worst feeling. I have a vomit bag with me just in case, which makes me feel like a five-year-old child going on a long trip. If I didn’t feel so crappy, I might be embarrassed in front of this exceptionally good looking doctor whose car I’m getting into, but I don’t have the energy to even feel insecure.
“Hold on to my arm.” I do my best, but even the strength in my fingers has gone. We walk the short distance to the car, and I can’t help but inhale his aftershave. It is so manly and pleasurable to my senses. Plus, it’s not making me nauseas, which is an added bonus right now.
He is so attentive and courteous. It really is an eye-opener to how woeful Sterling treats me, even now that I have cancer.
Liam lifts me effortlessly into his car, which I notice is very new and modern. It’s even nicer than Sterling’s BMW.
“How are you feeling?” Liam questions me as he puts my seatbelt on.
“Oh, I’m on top of the world. Don’t I look like a million dollars right now?” I manage to joke, and he chuckles loudly. I could get used to his laugh.
“You do look like a million dollars, actually. You are just as beautiful as the day we met in my office,” he confesses openly to me. Wait, what? He thinks I’m beautiful, even now?
I blush slightly, and then smile at his comment. For the first time in a long time, I smile widely.
“There’s that pretty smile,” he says as he smiles back at me. I lay my head against the headrest. I am so exhausted; I can’t even move. When we arrive at the apartment, I buzz us in, and Liam walks me over to the lounge.
“Do you think I’m a little warm?” I ask, feeling more flushed and drained than usual.
He places his masculine hand on my forehead to check my temperature. His palm feels soft.
“Yeah, feels like you have a mild fever. Let’s get some Advil into you.” He digs through the medicine bag that I didn’t even realise he brought up. I guess it’s an occupational habit.
“Arrgghhh! I feel sick,” I announce as I lift the spew bag just in time to catch more vomit. Oh man, can I get any more gross right now?
Liam brings me a cold glass of water. “I’m so sorry. I’m such a mess,” I whine to him as tears well in my eyes.
“What are you apologising for? Throwing up, or having cancer?” he asks, looking frustrated. “I am here to take care of you. I can stay as long as you need me.”
Once my stomach settles, I swallow down the two Advil and lay back with my head on the lounge pillow. My black track pants, pink tee, and hoodie are so daggy right now, but comfort is all I care about.
“Where do you keep your face washers? We should try and get your fever down.” Liam looks concerned with my tiredness.
“In the linen cupboard, in the main bathroom. Down the hall on the right,” I manage to say. He quickly wanders down the hallway to find the bathroom.
My phone beeps and vibrates, and I realise it is in my pocket. I dig it slowly out and check my messages, even though my sight is a little blurry.
Hannah : Love you, chicky. Hope today went well, and you had better be resting. Talk tomorrow. I’m here if you need me. xx
Her message warms my heart. Wait until she hears that Sterling deserted me.
“I’ve got you,” Liam says. I feel his strong hands around my back, holding me upright. He is so masculine and robust. The way he holds me up, I feel like I’m floating.
“Thanks,” I reply, feeling helpless.
Nurse Jane brings over a wheelchair, which will make the trip to the parking lot a hell of a lot easier. Will I ever get back to normal? Walking short distances is even a struggle, and being so dependent on everyone is the worst feeling. I have a vomit bag with me just in case, which makes me feel like a five-year-old child going on a long trip. If I didn’t feel so crappy, I might be embarrassed in front of this exceptionally good looking doctor whose car I’m getting into, but I don’t have the energy to even feel insecure.
“Hold on to my arm.” I do my best, but even the strength in my fingers has gone. We walk the short distance to the car, and I can’t help but inhale his aftershave. It is so manly and pleasurable to my senses. Plus, it’s not making me nauseas, which is an added bonus right now.
He is so attentive and courteous. It really is an eye-opener to how woeful Sterling treats me, even now that I have cancer.
Liam lifts me effortlessly into his car, which I notice is very new and modern. It’s even nicer than Sterling’s BMW.
“How are you feeling?” Liam questions me as he puts my seatbelt on.
“Oh, I’m on top of the world. Don’t I look like a million dollars right now?” I manage to joke, and he chuckles loudly. I could get used to his laugh.
“You do look like a million dollars, actually. You are just as beautiful as the day we met in my office,” he confesses openly to me. Wait, what? He thinks I’m beautiful, even now?
I blush slightly, and then smile at his comment. For the first time in a long time, I smile widely.
“There’s that pretty smile,” he says as he smiles back at me. I lay my head against the headrest. I am so exhausted; I can’t even move. When we arrive at the apartment, I buzz us in, and Liam walks me over to the lounge.
“Do you think I’m a little warm?” I ask, feeling more flushed and drained than usual.
He places his masculine hand on my forehead to check my temperature. His palm feels soft.
“Yeah, feels like you have a mild fever. Let’s get some Advil into you.” He digs through the medicine bag that I didn’t even realise he brought up. I guess it’s an occupational habit.
“Arrgghhh! I feel sick,” I announce as I lift the spew bag just in time to catch more vomit. Oh man, can I get any more gross right now?
Liam brings me a cold glass of water. “I’m so sorry. I’m such a mess,” I whine to him as tears well in my eyes.
“What are you apologising for? Throwing up, or having cancer?” he asks, looking frustrated. “I am here to take care of you. I can stay as long as you need me.”
Once my stomach settles, I swallow down the two Advil and lay back with my head on the lounge pillow. My black track pants, pink tee, and hoodie are so daggy right now, but comfort is all I care about.
“Where do you keep your face washers? We should try and get your fever down.” Liam looks concerned with my tiredness.
“In the linen cupboard, in the main bathroom. Down the hall on the right,” I manage to say. He quickly wanders down the hallway to find the bathroom.
My phone beeps and vibrates, and I realise it is in my pocket. I dig it slowly out and check my messages, even though my sight is a little blurry.
Hannah : Love you, chicky. Hope today went well, and you had better be resting. Talk tomorrow. I’m here if you need me. xx
Her message warms my heart. Wait until she hears that Sterling deserted me.
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