His Wife
“What are you doing? Let me help you…” I quickly offered.
He shouldn’t be moving too much with that wound on his shoulder, right?
Hayden held up a hand to halt me and I sat back down in my wheelchair. It was funny how we both ended up in this state and in the hospital together. The fact that Hayden seemed to be in a good mood was probably the only thing that was holding me together in one piece. I watched in slight confusion as Hayden seemed to reach for something before, he turned to face me again.
“Give me your hand,” Hayden instructed as he held his hand out to me.
Confused, I placed my right hand in his. That resulted in Hayden shaking his head in dismay before he sighed. How was I supposed to know what he wanted?
“Your left hand, Malissa,” Hayden said as his blue eyes smiled at me.
“Oh…” I mumbled before placing my left hand in his instead.
“Here you go…” Hayden said casually.