Prince

Chapter 2

-One Year Later-

(Kelly Martin)

It has been a year since we have moved back here to London. A year since the death of his memory. I still miss him so much. I know it's wrong, but if this feeling is not right, so why the hell did I ever feel it.

There are so many questions in my mind right now that I cannot answer. I wanted to ask him again. I want to talk to him yet but to no avail. All my attempts were stoped or declined. Both my fathers don't want me to speak to him. I even tried to call, but even EJ doesn't want to talk to me.

It has been a year, and yes, my sight is back, but my physical state is yet to return to normal.

I am still undergoing some physical therapy so that my arms and legs would function back normally without the shaking and un-necessary movement.

I can walk with the aid of a walker, but I'm bound to my wheelchair most of the time.

"there you are..." a familiar voice spoke. "I have been looking for you."

I turned and saw the face the most disgusting face I have ever seen. He has been my nurse for the past eight months.

"What do you want?" I asked him

"What do you mean, what do I want?" He replied, "You know it's time for your therapy, so come on now."

As he is pushing me to back, he once again talked like nothing is wrong. "Kelly, I know you are still kinda sad about it, so here is what we're are going to do, ok. I am here as your nurse, a friend, an ear, or even a shoulder to cry on, so if you like to talk about it, I am always free".

"Oh, really? Then how about this? You stay on your line as a nurse and stay away from my business, and don't you dare talk to me like that" I haphazardly talked to him.

"Well, now, were are having a rough day, are we? Still waking up on the wrong side of the bed?" He once again asked

With a smirk on his face, he is pushing my wheelchair, I shouted, "I hate you! I hate that smile, and I hate that smile! So stop smiling, Lendon!"

(Ethan Lendon)

Wow, he does still feel something for me. Even though it's hate, at least, there is something. And for him to call me Lendon is a significant relief; he still hasn't forgotten about me.

I once again smiled at him. "So we're back to calling the second name?" I asked.

During the short moment when we were dating, we were calling each other with the second name since both of us have it. I am the only one privileged enough to call him Martin and still get a smile as a reply while he can call me Lendon and get away with a kiss.

But since our break up, I moved on, finished my practical studies, and became a personal caretaker, not quite a nurse but more of a life assistant for me, to say the least. It's a noble job, a great one, as this was the key. This bridge allowed me to meet my current fiancé Max, who happens to be Martin's Physical Therapist.

As we enter the room, Max is preparing the equipment needed for today's session. "Hey, Max!" I called.

"Hey there 'than," he answered and then, "Hello Tin-tin, what's with that face?"

(Maximillion)

Kelly is a tough patient; I have to say. There is no doubt about his drive to get better, but his feelings are mostly composed of hatred for the people surrounding him. It is so powerful that I can feel it on my chest when he is with me.

That has been his driving force to get better, his hate of being taken cared of, and the hatred of having people to attend to his every need. He wants to be alone 90% of the time. I try to make the atmosphere light by calling him names, but most of the time, he would glare at me like he is trying to burn my soul, and then there are times like this that he just plain ignores me.

"hahaha," Ethan's laugh filled the room.

"Wow, Tin-tin! Why did I not think of that before?" His eyes are a little watery from laughing. From what he has told me, Kelly is unusually strict when it comes to his name. Almost all people only call him by the name KM, though both his fathers do call him Kelly but aside from them, the only person who can call him "Martin" is my Ethan.

I know that there has been something between them in the past, and now that I am his attending PT and my fiancé is his CG (Care Giver), I admit it won't get any more awkward than this. I have to say that I have 100% trust when it comes to Ethan, he won't cheat on me, and nothing else can take him away.

"Ok, so now let us start," I said after setting the parallel bars.

"So today, we are going to be practicing your leg muscles. I know you can move them properly, but you haven't been walking for a while now, so we need to practice it again, just like your arm grip at the same time. So all you need to do is to hold tightly then try to walk to the end of the bars and then turn and walk back; it's as simple as that".

His shaking hand started to grip the bars slowly; he began to walk one step at a time. His hand is shaking uncontrollably, then halfway to the bar, he lost his grip and fell.

As we rushed to help him up, but he shouted, "no, don't! Don't! Come near me! I can do this on my own I don't need your help..."

His determination and drive to do it all on his own are so visible. You can see it on his face, the over protruding veins on his arm, forcing it to get a grip to cooperate and stop shaking.

He slowly stood up again and continued his therapy right after coming back. His breathing is so heavy that I hooked him up on a respirator.

After resting for a bit, we continued to do the routine a few more times until he could walk back to his wheelchair without falling. I know it may sound harsh, but it was his call. I warned him about the dangers of pushing past his limits, but in the end, it's his call; all I can do is be there for him.