My Lawrence (Brady Farrar Love Story)

Chapter Eight- Surgery and Excellent News

Longest Chapter Warning!!!

Chloe's Point of View

I wake at 4 am and when I do, I feel an excruciating pain in my leg. I squint my eyes as I focus on the pain but it never goes away. I moan slightly at the pain but freeze when Brady moves a little in his sleep.

I look to my sleeping position.

As I slept, I must've changed how I laid because I now lay comfortably in my boyfriend's chest, one of my arms draped over his waist. The only downfall to the position is it's hurting my right leg like crazy.

Wanting to get up, I carefully unwrap myself from Brady's embrace and stand up. When I do, I put all my pressure on left leg. When I try to walk, I lightly step but end up buckling and falling to the ground. I curse under my breath quietly, not wanting to wake Brads.

I suck up the pain and stand up, making my way out of my room. I carefully push open the door, then close it.

I stand in the lighted hallway and look down to my leg.

I wear a pair of sleep shorts and one of Brady's sweaters that is super large on me. It goes down to my mid thighs, almost covering my knees.

Lifting up the ends of the sweater to see my entire leg, my eyes widen when I see what's going on.

My entire right knee cap is red, blue and purple. It's very swollen and agitated, some of the swollenness is creeping down my leg.

"Shit." I curse, tears flooding my eyes.

I'm not crying because of the pain. Yes, it hurts like hell, but really, I'm crying because I'm so stressed.

The last week my leg has been killing me and it's been leading to this. A swollen knee cap is serious and I have no idea what is going on. I hate the pain I'm feeling and it's going to make the next upcoming weeks very difficult.

Not to mention Brady.

He's going to be so much more worried than he already is. I don't want him stressing!

This is not what I wanted to happen. But here it is, happening.

Needing to deal with this terrible swelling, I carefully (and quietly) go down the stairs and head to the kitchen. I open the freezer and pull out an ice pack.

I hop on the island and elevate my right leg. I then put the ice pack on my knee, immediately sighing at the feeling.

"Chloe?" I suddenly hear.

Turing my head in the direction of the voice, I see David.

"David." I say, relieved it's not my boyfriend who found me. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

"Not at all." He reassures me. "I just came down for a glass of water."

David sees my leg and his eyes grow wide. He rushes over to me and takes a closer look. "Chloe..."

"I know." I say.

I've confined in David a lot over the years. When I got out of the system and into the hospital and physical therapy, David was one of the first people I told about what happened. He knows everything.

"When did this happen?" My father figure asks me.

"During the night." I tell him, wincing.

"You need to get this checked out Sweetheart." David tells me, shaking his head as he continues to watch my leg.