They stroke my mouth over and over, and the sensation is so perfect that I’m certain I am dreaming. “Damnit, Cam,” she growls and grabs my face so hard I feel every one of her fingertips pressed against my skin.īut the next thing I feel is not hard and biting. This injury has fucked with so much more than my knee.” “Maybe when I wake up I won’t remember any of this.” “Fine, let’s just get on with the surgery,” I mutter, feeling completely mind-fucked to my limit. I move to slide off the table, but she holds me still again as she snaps, “Stop saying that!” “Everybody is pulling strings and, no matter what I do, I can’t seem to get away from them.”
She makes a move to reply but I cut her off. After all this bullshit and stress and low after low, all I want is you. I’m fucking lost and the only thing I know I want, I can’t have!”
My dad shows up and tells me all this stuff about my mum that makes me think of you, and I feel like the biggest jerk on the planet because I’m in this alone. “Well, what am I supposed to think, Indie? I get here and find out about this publication right before I get wheeled into the place where you’re going to dice me up. “Of course you can,” she says urgently, looking up at me with wide, hurt eyes. “You think we’re mates? I can’t even trust you right now.” Regardless of whether or not you ever kick a ball again in your entire life, you’re going to want a properly operating knee.” That’s not me speaking as your doctor but as your friend. I pause, watching her chew her lip with worry. I move to stand up, but Indie moves closer to me and reaches out. I squint harshly at her, frustrated that she really doesn’t see it. “What’s really wrong? It’s more than the article.”
And I think you’re the type to put the well-being of others above your own.” She swallows nervously. “Thinking pretty highly of yourself again I see.” “Because I was afraid that if you knew about it, you’d go through with the surgery just for me and not for yourself.”
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