Stacy's POV
I didn't know what I was doing. I was scared, and tension filled me. I wished there was a way to make my foot get better quickly, because it seemed the nail had a way of slowing the healing process.
As I wandered away in thought, I heard something being placed on the table. I turned towards the table and noticed there were already things in place. Our meals were ready, and he moved towards where I was.
"You better heal quickly. I can't keep carrying you around like you're a baby. This is day two; what's the matter already?" He whined about it, and I rolled my eyes.
I didn't respond to him as he was already engaged, and that could only ruin lunch.
"I didn't want you to come along, but I'm grateful you did. I would never have been able to survive without you." I explained, but he only hummed. Whatever I said didn't even shift the frown that was etched on his face.
