To Skin A Lamb

17

CHARITY

"Trust me, Charity. No one is happier to see you back on your feet than me." Dr. Samford smiled at me.

My mind immediately thought, "Someone would argue that." (80). 

"With that being said... You need to move slowly this week. You will be mainly working with me doing administrative tasks until July." He explained it to me. I nodded my head, taking the crumbs I could get.

After being trapped in a small room for four days and then in the main infirmary room with sick people for another 4 days, I am ready to do anything that they will allow me. I'm lucky they haven't shipped me home by now.

"I completely understand." I replied with a small smirk. "I will move as slow as humanly possible."

Slowly with a bigger smile, Dr. S nodded his head at me with defeat. "You won't. But I appreciate the effort of lying to me."

"Anything for you." I winked at him and then stood to my feet. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"At 8AM! You won't be reporting at 4:45AM until you are fully cleared by the practitioner!" He yelled behind me as I happily walked out of the room.

I couldn't move as fast since the wound was still healing and I was also warned against walking too often because I didn't want to cause too much stress to the muscle. But if I could, I'd be giddily skipping out of that damn office.

The moment I fully walked outside, I was greeted by the full group of SVs and interns. They made a banner that said, "Welcome back!" and they even shouted it with big smiles when I exited the room.

Tears pricked at my eyes so I rapidly blinked to keep them at bay. The faintest smile appeared on my lips at the sentiment. They all looked so genuinely happy to see me back healthy. Even Henry, who was doing his best to fight back a smile, was also pretty relieved(he later confessed to me).

The rest of the evening, we went to another small restaurant, something super quaint and within walking distance of the town we were residing in. Terrance, Cash, and Brett rotated carrying me on their backs so I wouldn't have to walk for so long and follow the Doctor's orders, which Lea gladly lectured me on before leaving with the group.

I wanted to prolong this discussion for as long as possible because I don't like admitting when I'm wrong. But I will report that Terrance and I have been... normal.

I assumed that starting a romantic relationship would mean that something changes. Nothing has really shifted. There are only a couple of new items added to the overall purchase.

He kisses me on my cheek a lot and openly tells me that I'm clever, and beautiful, and resourceful. He occasionally calls me sexy too (81). I call him dumb, which makes him bashful and I love to see it.

Sometimes, without even it being a discussion, he will bring me things that I need. He brought me a pen and paper to keep me distracted while being out for the week. He even read me the letters that he received from home.

He brought me a flower once and said that it made him think of me (82).

When I look at him in a crowd of people, my heart flutters because he is looking back at me with those fucking eyes that could eat me alive.

I also really like that for right now, what we have, it's just ours (83).

That was until Sheila approached me as I walked over for some water (which everyone audibly objected to but I told them that I needed some movement in a day). I had a strange sense of deja vu when we first talked about her feelings for Terrance. The next emotion I felt was a tinge of guilt.