Oil and Water, that's what they were.
A pure refreshing glow followed Clover everywhere she went, like the rain she washed away the bad and left behind a clean sense of contentment. The good was in everyone and she made it her goal to find it. She w...
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"if you think im pretty, lay your hands on me, know you can't stop thinkin' bout' it"
c l o v e r
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
I briefly glanced at Sin, more specifically his foot, where it relentlessly hit the floor without tiring.
"And because of the minor complications during surgery, a binder like this will help immensely in your recovery." The young nurse assured me, as he stretched out the thick fabric in front of me.
"Do I wear it everyday, all day?" I asked, watching him closely as he set the binder in my hands.
I stretched it out, it was taught and had a lot of resistance. I had a feeling if anything this would just hurt to wear instead of helping me feel better.
"At least while you're awake yes, and for 3-4 weeks. You can take brief breaks from the binder throughout the day if it's making you uncomfortable, but when it comes down to it, the more you wear it, the faster you'll get rid of it." He smiled pitifully.
I gave him a smile back, "got it."
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The man in front of me glanced in Sins direction, before clearing his throat and helping me stand up. "I'll show you how to put the binder on so you don't hurt yourself, okay?" He demonstrated on himself first, before unwrapping it.
