~ Chapter 90 ~

Scott's POV

The bedside table is pushed to the side, as I try to get up from the bed. David gives me a little smile which is supposed to be an encouragement, I'm not sure. But it sure helps me never u take another leap from the bed, and I'm up in my feet. They feel wobbly because I haven't really stood in them for a long time. I take potty breaks with the help of the nurses around.

"You're doing good" David says and I huff, rolling my eyes. I'm stuck in a bed and he's telling me I'm doing good. Walking over to the wheelchair, I sit in it, relaxing against it, and shutting my eyes.

"Where are you taking me to?" I ask.

"Just for a stroll. You need the fresh air, dear cousin" David chants and I can't help but act sassy. Placing my hands on both sides of the chair, I alert David I'm ready and he wheels me out of the room. Even walking down the hallway feels great. And when we're outside in the