Never Too Soon

Model Situation

POV: Harper

"Laur, I feel fine. I promise." I groaned and threw my head back in annoyance.

"Why do you want to walk down steps and into a small garage? I'm not taking you anywhere until I know you are healed." Lauren asked with her arms crossed over her chest while guarding the door to the garage.

"Why can't we at least go get food? Like, I won't get out of the car or anything. I just want to drive around some even if it's a mile down the road and back." I stuck my bottom lip out and Lauren's glare softened.

"You just had to hit me with the puppy face." Lauren groaned and snatched her keys from the hook by the door. "Come on then. Where do you want food from?"

I giggled as she swung the garage door open with an annoyed huff. "I don't know. I'm hungry."

"Hungry for what?" Lauren waited for me to walk ahead of her before locking the door behind her. "Don't you even think about walking down those stairs without my help." She snapped at me when I lifted my foot to step down while she was still locking the door.

"I can do it! It's been nearly two weeks! I'm able to do my school work. I'm able to get up out of bed and take care of myself. I'm just sleepy and moody from the pain meds." I stomped my foot.

"The only reason why you can do those things right now is because you are doped up on pain meds. We missed a dose by two hours last night and you woke up screaming in pain. I didn't want to wake you, and now we don't dodge that." Lauren pointed out and stood on the step below me. "If you feel like you can't walk down them, I will carry you. If you need me to do most of the lifting, let me know."

Lauren placed her hands on my hips, but she applied no pressure nor did she lift any. She just had them there in case I fell.

"One at a time." Lauren got ready to catch me in case I fell while I took my first step down.

The definite weight shift made a shard of pain go right through my chest. I hissed in pain and clutched onto my chest.

"Can you do it?" Lauren asked me with worried eyes.

I shook my head and Lauren quickly moved to my good side before taking my arm and wrapping it around her neck and bent down enough to picked me up with one arm under my knees and the other along my back to avoid my wound.

"Harper, why are you so light? Do you eat enough?" Lauren asked me with furrowed eyebrows while she carefully walked down the steps with me in her arms.

"Lauren, I'm eating three square meals a day here with snacks. I eat plenty enough." I giggled and rested my head on her shoulder.

"That's within two weeks. What about before now?" Lauren set me down on my feet just beside the passenger side door, but kept a strong arm underneath mine to keep me steady while opening my door for me.

"My mom didn't let me eat much, so my stomach is kinda small. My Nan tries to get me to eat as she puts on my plate, but that's once a day, twice at most, every other day. She doesn't cook every day." I put one hand on the side of the car and another on the door as I shifted my way around into the seat.

Lauren picked my legs up and put them in the car, and turned me to sit in the seat properly before looking down at me.

"What about the days she doesn't cook?" Lauren held onto the top of the door while I carefully put my seatbelt on.

"We either eat leftovers or takeout. I don't care for leftovers, so I'll eat the next day. Why do you ask?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"That isn't enough food, Harp. Your body is malnourished and fragile. That's probably why you got as hurt as you did." Lauren looked down at me with a worried expression.