Status Quo | ✓

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"Tell me all the things you need to say."

I was finally discharged two weeks after that incident in Dr Leigh's office. Mom stayed with me for a few days before taking the plane back home. She had missed her job for a long period of time, so she needed to get back immediately before everything piled up way too much for her to handle. During her stay, she helped me pack and got most of my things over to Leon's apartment. She was worried about me staying alone, so I'd agreed to stay with Leon until I am able to cope by myself. 

Recovery had been a tough journey but I was progressing well and Leon had been bringing me to appointments after appointments. And on those days which he had to run off for school or meetings, Clara would be the one accompanying me. 

I had felt a lot better since the day I told Leon about everything, it also gave me the courage to open up to Mom and Clara. I knew they genuinely cared for me, so I took the first step to ask them for help. Honestly, I was glad I did that. It was because of them that I was able to manage my life well for the past two months. 

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"Rae, it's time for bed. If not, you won't be able to wake up in time for your physio appointment in the morning," Leon reminded. 

"You treat me like your kid sometimes," I laughed. 

"I would like to play the role of a loving boyfriend instead of a Dad." His brows raised in amusement. 

I smiled cheekily and stretched my arms out towards him. "Then, will my loving boyfriend carry me to bed please?" 

A wide smile appeared on his face and he strode forward. Leaning down, he folded my arms around his neck before lifting me off the couch in one swift movement. He brought us into his bedroom and placed me on his bed gently. I scooted towards the headboard and tucked my legs under the heavy blanket. The bed dipped on his side of the bed and he shifted close to me, circling his arm around my waist while tucking my back against his front. 

"Goodnight, Rae," he whispered. 

His warm breath tickled the sensitive skin of my neck, sending tingles straight into my veins. I wiggled in his hold and the arm on my waist flexed to keep me in place. It had been two months since I moved in with him but other than kisses, we had done nothing more than that. Some days, he would rather spend an hour inside the bathroom drenching himself in the ruthless frigid water of a cold shower than to ask me to help him out. Leon had been so careful with me, even though I had all of my sutures removed more than a month ago. 

I flipped around, facing him. He adjusted himself so that I was buried into his chest and he rested his chin on top of my head. His voice sounded strained when he murmured, "Sweetheart, don't move around too much."