𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳. Even being born right next to the cruel and sick crime life never changed the charismatic and positive Mia who wanted to help change the messy world she formed part off.
Becoming a nurse at the age of 25 and joining her d...
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"Would you mind handing me those plates?" Mia asks while washing the plastic container the delicious tacos came in.
"Not at all." I take both our plates and get near her. "Here."
"Thank you." She smiles softly. "I'm going to finish up here, I'm sure you are tired. Go rest."
Throwing away the now empty water bottles I look at her. "Okay, I will see you tomorrow. Have a good night."
Going to my room I close the door behind me and use all the arm strength I have left to help myself to bed. My arms hurt like a bitch, I can barely feel them. Rolling around in the wheelchair is exhausting. I need to try my luck with the crutches soon or my arms are going to fall off.
Throwing myself against the bed like a dead weight I can't stop my mind from wandering to everything that happened tonight.
She came back from her free day around nine, excited about something she brought me. Which turned out to be weed, weed was what got her all excited. I couldn't even believe it at first, it was the last thing I expected but turns out she is way more unpredictable than I initially thought. And usually, I will hate not being able to read people but with her, with her I don't mind.
Instead, I ended up teaching her how to roll and joint and said things I shouldn't have said. "I will find something else to teach you then" what was I even thinking? Playing with her to make her nervous is one thing but insinuating something like that? Whatever is happening between us has to stop. There's a line and if I keep stepping on it I fear I might cross it and I can't cross it.
God, what's even happening to me? Matteo is out there trying to figure out who is after us and I'm playing house with my nurse. I need to get back to work before I lose it.
Tomorrow we are supposed to have another therapy session, I might tell her to call Hunter to see if he is available to do one of those massages he talked my muscles will appreciate it, and the faster we get this over with the better.
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"Hey, you are up early. Want breakfast?" Mia turns around when she hears me coming.
"Please, I'm starving. Going around in the wheelchair is worst than cardio." I keep rolling, my arms sore.
"Want to try with the crutches? If you have enough strength to move from the bed to the chair and roll around I think you will be able to use them. I will have to check your right leg first just to make sure but it looked pretty good last time." She speaks as she focuses on whatever she is cooking.
"Yeah, I was actually thinking about asking you if we could try today. What are you doing?"
"Chocolate ganache for the chocolate cream puffs. I thought I had a little more time before you woke up but they are out of the oven already so we just have to wait for them to cool down. I'm thinking about ten more minutes." She looks at me with a smile.
