A Million Reasons | K. Danvers ✔

[67] No More Secrets

• July 04, 2017 •

Zach was getting bored as he watched the television while Ava had gone to sleep on the couch in the corner. Morena had left for home to check up on their pet dog Solar after Aviana had come to stay with Zach.

He could see that their daily routine had gotten very disturbed due to him but there was nothing he could do about it. In fact, the worst part was that he couldn't do anything given his current condition.

It had been two days since his surgery and he was recovering but the possibility of him standing up on his feet again seemed far off. He would require a lot of time and care before that.

And as he wasn't used to being dependent on others, he felt terrible.

There wasn't much to watch on TV either as the news was still covering the case of the trade center explosion, which was a topic he definitely didn't want to rewatch. He got bored very soon and switched it off, his right hand slightly shaky as he placed the remote by his side.

The plain white ceiling had nothing interesting to offer either as he looked up, lips puckering into a frown while he waited for Ava to wake up. He knew she hadn't been getting much sleep either so he didn't want to wake her up himself just because he was getting bored and could do with someone's company.

Brown eyes flickered towards the clock that showed there was still an hour left until Morena would return. Having nothing to do and no one to talk to, he found himself starting to think about the Olympics and how he had missed his chance again.

The worst part was that there was no way he could try to apply again, unlike earlier. Feeling the frustration take hold of him again, he knew he would end up getting angry if he didn't distract himself.

So he held up his right hand in front of him, the only part of his body that he could still move about a bit freely as compared to the rest, and stared at the gradually healing patchwork of bruises on his skin. Some patches were still deep blue with red blots where the impact had been greater, the bandages from his fingers had been removed that morning but the skin underneath was reddish too.

It stung when he closed his hand into a fist and reopened it, indicating that there were still a lot of tissues that needed to heal.

Looking at his hand, he was thinking about how he had taken everything for granted earlier; the ability to move about freely, to do as he pleased and to be independent. Yet in one moment it had all changed and he was reminded of how helpless man could be in front of fate.

The knock on the door shook him out of his doleful thoughts and he cautiously lowered his hand. He waited for another knock because he wasn't sure whether someone was outside or he had just imagined it.

Another light knock sounded again so he spoke up, "Ava, someone's outside."

Aviana was a heavy sleeper so his voice didn't wake her up. There was another knock so he tried to speak up, "hey, come in, it isn't locked."

But his voice didn't seem to reach the person outside as shortly after, another knock sounded.

"Pssst, Ava, someone's knocking on the door," he spoke up slightly louder that once, looking around for some way he could wake her up, "Wednesday! Bellbird! Oh, come on..."