This chapter contains triggering subjects. Reader discretion is advised.
I was spinning, my hands held on cold iron bars and head tilted backwards, watching the cloudy morning sky. I was around seven years old, mindlessly playing in the merry-go-rounds while my dad watched me from a bench in the park. The playground was almost empty, the only sound spearing the air being the creak of the rusty hinges. Creak which got louder and louder almost making you believe the screws were crying. Then I realized it wasn't them who were crying. I could hear real sobs and sniffs coming from inside a playhouse. So I jumped from the still spinning merry-go-rounds
What did Ryder have to do with my accident? I smashed my phone back on the nightstand, leaving the messages unanswered. I should have ignored them the first second I realized who the sender was but curiosity wouldn’t let me live if I ignored Simon after he wrote me the first time since the accident. Last time I saw him was in hospital after I’ve woken up. I remember telling him to “kick his own butt out of my life”. I didn’t expect Simon to listen to me. I don’t know if apologies and explications would have done me any better but I’ve honestly didn’t expect him to agree so easily to leave me alone. The sweet boy I fell in love with wouldn’t cause that accident and definitely wouldn’t give up on me so easily… it was clear I didn’t know him well enough so why should I listen to what
"For how long have you been paralyzed ?”“A few months I believe…uhm… since September.”“ Only from the knees down?”“Yes.”The doctor nodded, looking down at his papers intently. We’ve been to the hospital for a few ho
Ryder was totally and utterly enraged, and for the first time since he became my assistant, I could see the wild football player who was targeting everything and anything on the football field. Unfortunately I was his only target and I deserved all the wrath he decided to aim at me.“Are you mad?”
When the next morning Ryder woke up along with the first rays of sun, fretting over his empty pack of cigarettes, I didn’t spare him more than a fleeting gaze. I couldn't sleep too much because he spooned me all night and forced me to cuddle with him into his sleep. He wouldn't budge when I begged him to let me go, and the only time I succeeded to free myself, he caught me back in a tighter embrace.So I was pretty puzzled when he came back after a few minutes and both him and Kathy woke me up with a fan of yells and scolding.
Trigger warning! Readers discretion is advised. Half an hour later Kathy sent me a message stating Ryder was stable and ready to come back. Despite knowing he was okay, I didn’t move from my place at the window. I was worried to leave this spot. What if something happened to Ryder because of me? What if he thought this was one of my pranks and he would end
Ryder’s POV:My face was still a little bit swollen when I left the hospital but I didn’t think my allergic reaction had been as awful as the headache produced by Carter’s family incessant chatter on the ride back to their flat. Gosh could Kathy talk!
I felt my teeth rattle in my mouth, the cold numbing my nose and cheekbones. The car was still dead as well as our phones, mine not having signal and Ryder's being uncharged. We were dressed in a couple of sweaters and pants, making use of every cloth we had in our luggage and we were both sitting in the back of the car, trying to warm each other up. The only blanket was the one of snow laying over the car. I kept on rubbing my palms up and down my arms, looking at Ryder’s back as he laid his head against the driver’s seat, his body shaking uncontrollably. He kept his legs crossed Turkish style over the chair, stuffing them underneath a large sweater. However, not even this could stop his trembles so I took my jacket off and placed it over his shoulders. “What do you think you are doing, Carter? You need this jacket as much as me.” “You are shaking worse. Keep it.” 
"It was nice knowing you, guys. You have my number so you can call me anytime. Maybe we could all go out for drinks one of these days if you are free." I nodded, gasping for air when Liva clasped me in a tight embrace. “Of course! Thank you very much for everything. We owe you.” I responded, crossing my own arms around the slightly chubby girl, feeling content with how her soft body felt in my arms. Her embrace was surprisingly homey.