Chapter Forty Nine.

I motion at the sheltered bus stop because it'll get us out of the cold whilst we talk. Brody nods, agreeing with me and I pause, hesitating.

"Do you need any help?" I say quietly and he grits his teeth, his jaw clenching.

"No, I can manage." He says tightly, sounding slightly angry. He stretches out his arms before wheeling himself ahead of me, his face fixed with a look of concentration. I can hear him breathing heavily and I sigh, heading towards the bus stop. A harsh gust of wind blows around me and I shiver, wrapping my arms around myself to stay warm. Brody pulls the shelter door out, motioning for me to go inside. It's empty and I quickly scurry inside, grateful to have some sort of shelter from the cold. He wheels in after me, blowing out deep breaths from the effort.

I steal a glance at him, noticing how his shirt has grown tighter around the top of his arms.