[Book One]
Agatha Miller Nash thought she was finally starting to have the perfect life she always dreamed of while growing up.
She had a job that made her feel proud of herself, the man that she would spend the rest of her life with, and a place s...
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T W E N T Y S I X
"That's it. One more step and I'll be out of your hair for today," Encouraged Ryan, the physical therapist, that has made my life a living hell for the past two weeks.
Sucking in a big gulp of air, I let go of the handrails and took one last step without holding onto anything while trying to suppress a groan.
Ever since I woke up from my ten-day coma, it has been a rocky road to recovery. After waking up, I found out that I had two emergency surgeries on the day of my accident after a combination of the knife that went through me and the blunt force from the steering wheel and seat belt perforated one of my kidneys and ruptured my appendix. As if that was not enough, I was dealing with the pain of two broken ribs and the constant blood transfusions after going into hypovolemic shock.
Due to the small coma I experienced, I was having difficulties walking, requiring me to have physical therapy until I could regain the strength and movement ability of my legs.
I would be lying if I said that this was not killing me slowly, considering I have always been a very independent and active person. Having to depend on the help of others was something I was not taking lightly, even if it seemed so on the outside.
"Girl, you did amazing today!" Ryan exclaimed, helping me get to my wheelchair without tangling my feet in the IV before raising his hand in the air. "Come on, give me five."
I rolled my eyes at him, feeling a smirk forming on my lips before giving in to his childish behavior. "What are you, five?"
"Next session, I want more movement and less whining, Ms. Sassy Pants, or you'll be stuck with me for longer, and we don't want that do we?" He said, ignoring my sarcastic question as he started to wheel me out of the therapy area.
The process of regaining my strength has sucked. Constant work, along with excruciating pain, has made it difficult for me, but I was not about to give up. I have been through so much to get to where I was in my career to let a single accident destroy it. At the same time, I could not let Chloe win.
It took me a couple of days to regain every detail before the accident. I remember clearly how Chloe showed up at my apartment, threatening me to stay away from Ian and accused me of being the reason she lost her unborn child up until she lost control and stabbed me, making me lose control of the car. The memory still caused anger and chills every time I thought about it.
"Mmm is it me or your hot firefighter boyfriend's clothes keep getting tighter and tighter?" Ryan asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
As I looked up, I noticed Evan leaning against the wall in the corner of the hall. I could not help myself but smile at the sight of him. It might be a little pathetic, but every time I saw him, my day would get a little brighter.
It was at this exact moment that I had to agree with Ryan. Evan has gotten a lot more buff since I met him, not that I was complaining about it.
"You should ask him out then since he is not my boyfriend."
