Tangled Love

Chapter Thirty-Six: Andersons

A/N:

Hello peeps! Here's another update for you! Love love!

Enjoy!

--Kiara--

I watch Andrew as he walks out of the emergency room to check on my Dad's condition. We are currently at the same hospital where my father is. Though as much as I want to check my Dad's condition myself the soonest possible time, that won't be possible if you have a sprained ankle to take care of and an overprotective boyfriend guarding you.

I smiled when I thought of Andrew as my boyfriend. That's what he is in my life now, right? Thinking about my confession and our make out sessions last night and this morning makes me giggle like a high school girl who just recently confessed to her ultimate crush. Well, technically I just graduated from high school so maybe I can still say that I'm on the same page as that girl. It doesn't matter, I love Andrew either way. It feels soooo good to admit your feelings most specially to yourself. You should try it. It's gonna be worth it!

My mind drifted back to reality when I felt a sharp pain from my ankle as the doctor expertly maneuver it to correction. I looked down to see what the good doctor has been doing. He is now bandaging my left foot up to half of my foreleg.

"Miss Anderson, how are you feeling now?" He said with a reassuring smile on his face.

I inhale and exhale twice to gauge if I will feel anything strange and tried to lift my foot. It's still in a bit of pain but not as painful as earlier. I smiled back at him. "It still hurts but not as much."

"Good. But still it would be better for you to be on bed rest for three days for your faster recovery since there is a torn ligament on your ankle." The doctor tapped my shoulder, finishing his loads of do's and don'ts.

"Do I need to be confined here?" I asked as I watch Andrew stepped inside the emergency room, raising my eyebrows all the way up when I caught a glimpse of a couple of nurses stationed just outside my stall giggling at the sight of him.

"It's up to you. You can stay at home if you want to. Just don't forget what I just told you. --Oh! Mr. Simons, she's okay now. She just need some rest." Dr. Ferrer turned to Andrew as he stood by my side, stooping down to give me a peck on my lips not worried about the people around us which of course makes me feel so proud.

"That's good. Can she walk or do we need to get her a room here?" He asked the same question which makes me giggle.

"What? Was my question stupid or something?" He bowed down to meet my gaze and I shook my head.

"Nah. I just asked that question when you came in. He said it's up to me if I want to go home or stay here at the course of my recovery." He nodded curtly squeezing my hand against his. I then turned to Dr. Ferrer. "How's my Dad? Can I share a room with him?"

"Mr. Anderson is now conscious and is being transferred to the presidential suite. We can arrange it for you to be accommodated as well if that's what you want." He responded calmly then motioned for the nurse to go ahead of him.

"That would be great, doc. Thanks!" I offered him a smile before he excused himself.

As soon as the medical team is out of sight, I tilted my upper torso to look at Andrew who is already looking at me.

"Have you seen Dad? How's he?" I asked immediately, my smile not fading.

"Yeah. I already told him that you sprained your ankle when you heard the news." He chuckles as I glare at him. "He found it sweet, don't worry. He laughed but he's flattered." He added which makes my face blush even more due to embarrassment.