•Leiara•
Sylves pushes me toward the exit of the hospital in a wheelchair. That is what I requested from him; a wheelchair.
Yep!
I'd rather be rolled out in this than be in Colson's arms AGAIN! I'm not saying I entirely hate it, but it's suffocating.
It's new, and, and, it stirs up a feeling I can't quite understand within me.
I'm aware he's trying to help in his own way but he's part of the reason I'm like this in the first place.
And I don't think it's every help out there a person should accept. Because this one? It's this close to killing me.
Sylves pushes me out to the parking lot outside of the hospital and there, we see Colson already coming back.
His steps falter and slow down when he sees us.
"What is this?" He asks, glancing from me to Sylves.
When his gaze shifts back to me, I turn away.
"She's more comfortable in this," Sylves blurts out.
Goodness gracious! At least be a little discreet?
I catch Colson's gaze narrow as he stares intensely at me.
