「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(195) Legend

Lynn's POV

My physical frame appeared rejuvenated by that emotional treatment from Charles, surprisingly mending itself such that it no longer protested at every move in blaring soreness, albeit occasionally casting me under a dizzy spell that reminded me I was still a patient.

Charles readily had himself donned into a smart suit, cobalt and three-piece irrefutably, and with more than just some of his assistance, I found myself cloaked as well. Slightly less formal but capable of keeping me equally warm on this gloomy day was the outfit Charles singlehandedly sieved out for me, a crisp long-sleeved white blouse under a plain black woolen vest and undeniably, a sleek pair of black jeans.

Upon getting perfectly dressed by Charles, I carefully slid into my chair and only in that tedious process did it finally dawn on me the changes made to it.

The night had shadowed its new rims, a fresh polish of jet black, and its refurbished frame now accented in a vivid yet pleasant tint of neon pink. Although I could not feel the differences even if any to the seat cushion, the elastic straps crucially supporting my senseless calves from slipping, or the footplate my numb feet covered in loafers rested idly upon, their prim condition surely evidenced that they were exact but restored.

"Well, it needed a little fixing after Logan and his brother..." Charles elucidated as he wheeled over to me, albeit having troubles dishing out the precise words he needed to mildly describe the devastation it experienced previously.

"Kicked its ass?" I bluntly suggested and Charles chuckled, smirking in surrender.

"Well... Yes," he conceded laughingly as he retrieved something from the pocket of his jacket.

I was certain my heart skipped a beat, spying the shine of that silver ring.

Staring blankly at him, jaw dropped slightly, my fingers were charged with a pulse of static at his contact, sending an amazing burst of electricity through my body. The sudden thrust of energy through my veins surely accelerated my heart and it seemingly finally palpitated blood to my brain, allowing it to process a shift of my gaze.

Slowly peering down at my hands, the light brush of cool metal along my finger was registered and the plain sight of his meticulous fidelity generated butterflies in my stomach.

There was a sheer heartwarming feeling that trigger my waterworks, not in the way of a destroyed barrage but simply one joyous tear. Gradually trickling down my face, it gracefully fell to the upgraded pair of wheelchair gloves Charles had diligently fitted over my hands but my lips were curved widely beyond possibility, perpetually grinning at him like the day of our wedding.

"Don't cry," Charles kindly ordered as he gently caressed my cheek, beaming essentially like a reflection of me, and I giggled in embarrassment, swiftly moving to eradicate the droplet on my face.

"I'm sorry, that hardly ever works," I joked, bashfully smacking my lips and he chuckled, shaking his head.

"Where are you going?" Charles questioned frenziedly, grabbing my hand in a frantic manner as I swiveled my chair towards the bathroom.

"I really don't think I should be scaring your students looking like this," I revealed softly and it appeased his distraught expression only to fade it into one more solemn.