Across the Pond

Chapter 26

We are out of school for the next week due to the accident, so I just rested a lot.  Harry came over a few times to keep me company and he brought his famous scone from the bakery.  Amanda didn't leave my side much either and I don't mind.  It's been nice to have them to keep me company when I can't drive or go anywhere on my own.

When I finally go back to school two and a half weeks later, the kids are very on edge and nervous.  When I walk into my classroom with my casted arm in a sling, all the kids run to me to hug and thank me.  They keep calling me a hero, but I just shake my head and say, "I did what anyone would have done.  A few years back, we had a similar incident in America and I remembered that one of the teachers hid her kids and told the invader the kids were in a different part of the building.  I just followed her lead."

"Still," Mrs. Williams interjects, "You saved them." 

I shrug, "I did my best."  Mrs. Williams just smiles at me proudly.

"Okay, back to work.  I assume you all have been studying those two vocab words we got through a few weeks ago" I smile and move to put my bag down.

Harry drives me back and forth to work every day because I can't do it on my own.  My friend, Jessica in the room next to me offered to take me half of the time, but Harry wouldn't let her.  It's not that I mind, but it'd be nice to have a little change now and then.

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I get my cast off in six weeks and have to start physical therapy to restrengthen my arm; it had been bent in the same position for a month and a half so it's difficult to straighten it out again. 

Harry laughs at me as soon as the cast is off because it seems like I am rediscovering my arm, bending it and unbending it.  "Hmm, lemme keep your arm in one place for almost two months and see what you do" I joke.

He shakes his head and smiles, "No thanks, I'm good."  I poke my tongue out at him. 

The doctor instructs me on what I'm going to have to do at physical therapy; I just nod and take the papers before Harry takes my newly freed hand in his as we walk out.  "What about a celebratory dinner at my flat?" he asks on the way to the car.

Even though I have a lot of work to do, I don't bother arguing because I know he'd win anyways.

Harry cooks some steak and I made a salad and some baked potatoes.  This is by far the fanciest dinner we've had together since his birthday.  During dinner, we make simple small talk about the upcoming week, my arm, and anything else that comes to mind.  I'm very proud to be able to use both hands to hold silverware and cut the food without having someone help me. 

When we finish, I move to pick up the plates, but Harry pulls me onto his lap, "That's okay.  I'll get it later."

"Or I can just do it now" I smirk and try to stand up, but he holds me back.

"You just want to use both of your hands, don't you?" he jokes. 

"Maaaaybe" I smile.

"Naw, I have a better idea" he takes the plate from my hands and puts it on the table.  Before I can reach for it again, he stands up with me and wraps my legs around his waist.  I squeal and lock my ankles together behind his back and hold his shoulders so I don't fall.  He crosses his hands under my bum "for extra precautions" he tell me, but I just laugh because that's obviously not the case. 

"Woah, no stairs!" I jolt my arms out to push on the walls. 

"Stop, you're gonna fall" Harry says calmly and pulls one of my arms back to his neck.