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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Hey, can I come in?" I ask Carlos, the door to his room slightly open.
"Of course." He nods sitting down in his wheelchair by his desk.
After Hunter left we had lunch and then Carlos said he needed to lie down for a while and rest. I could tell his legs hurt a lot because of whatever it was he did yesterday night and also what we did (that required certain physical strength and he was already running low).
"You are not lying down," I state entering the room, the bed still unmade.
"I was, but I couldn't sleep so I decided to catch up on some work." He rolls to the bed and picks something up. "Found your panties." He smiles throwing me my white lace underwear.
"Thanks... it's one of my good pairs." I smile shyly.
"You will have to give me a show someday, I was too occupied removing them I didn't get to see how good they looked." His smile grows bigger.
He sure is good at hiding his pain sometimes, acting all-natural and smiling as if his legs weren't killing him.
"You aren't going to talk about how you got hurt?" I ignore his comment about the lingerie show (even if I would love to give him one) and try my luck about yesterday's mystery.
"You aren't going to give me that show?" He asks stills smiling.
"Come on Carlos, you really can't tell me that? I think I deserve this much." I keep trying as he goes to his bedside table and rearranges some stuff.
I get there are some things he can't tell me about and I understand why but I feel like he should at least give me something. Getting home around five am with bloody knuckles and in awful pain is not one typical Saturday night. Something big happened.
"It's nothing important, I swear." There he goes again. "Forget about last night, I'm okay now."
"Forget about last night? Really?" I know what he means but he could have chosen a different way to say it.
"Not that part Mia, you know what I mean." He shakes his head brushing it off.
I don't know what I expected, asking him about his job never let me anywhere. Should have seen this coming, obviously what happened between us doesn't mean he would suddenly be an open book.
"Fine, don't tell me about it then," I say a little colder than what I wanted to sound like (something that he notices). "Would you let me check your legs at least? I can tell they are killing you." I add trying to drift his attention from what I said last.
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." He closes the drawer and rolls in my direction moving on from the other conversation. "The left one is worst."
"I'm going to put your sweats up to your knee, I will be careful," I inform him as I gently move the pants up so I'm able to see his legs.
