Page 40 of Lilah
"Sorry if I'm heavy-"
"Shut up," he cuts me off.
"You didn't have to do this," I start.
"I know how expensive medical bills are," he replies and my mind goes off into a wondrous state.
I know how expensive they are too.
The door opens.
"Bos-"
"Karter," Grey cuts him off and Karter looks at me, confusion on his face.
"I really like your house, it's nice. You must have a lot of money. You're Dr. Weiner, right?" I smile and I can feel Grey's eyes on me. Karter shakes out of it and smiles. He can't be any older than thirty.
"Dr.Wernier," He corrects, "and yes ma'am."
"She's got a hurt knee," Grey informs him, walking inside when Karter holds the door open. I look around the gorgeous house until I'm carried into the living room and sat on the dark leather couch.
I nearly punch Grey in the throat when he doesn't even consider my knee's injury while bumping into it to sit beside me.
I look down at my slightly risen up skirt from me sitting down. Next thing I know, a dark red couch pillow is shoved onto my bare legs.
I look up at Grey only to see his eyes focused on the stone fireplace, his jaw clenched.
"How'd you hurt it?" Karter sits down in a kitchen chair that he brought into the living room, right in front of me.
"She fell over a damn chair," Grey answers for me and I giggle at how much of a mountain-man he sounded like. He always sounds like that when he grumbles.
"Have you injured this knee before?" he questions and I sigh. He bends his back slightly, picking up my leg ever so gently. I keep it straight and he sets my foot on his lap.
He winces at how swollen it is already.
"...Yes," I leave it at that.
"Tell me how..."
"Azalea," Grey inputs for Karter.
"My patella was shattered and I tore my ACL too," I finish and they don't say anything.
"How long ago was it that you had your knee injuries?" Karter asks.
"A year and a half," I reply quickly.
"Well you got fucked up didn't you?" Karter speaks and that wasn't I was expecting him to say at all.
"Sort of," I agree. He doesn't even know half of the injuries I had.
"It's common to reinjure your ACL within two years after the repair," he explains and I hold back a groan.
I don't want to go through that physical therapy again.
"I can tell that that's news you don't want to hear," he smirks.
"You're darn right," I grumble, now noticing how Grey is fiddling with the hair tie on my wrist.
