Chapter Sixty-three

Elena

Andrea laid me down gently on the chair, assessing my legs with his gentle touch. There was a small frown on his face and even though I couldn't see it, I knew that the wound was bad. Andrea hardly ever reacted to anything at all and for him to react now just told me that it was bad.

''How bad is it?'' I asked.

''It's going to be okay.'' he simply said.

I knew he was just trying to protect my mental health because if I knew how bad it was, I would freak out which would just make matters worse. I didn't need that but yet, I wanted to know how bad it was.

''It would need a lot of bandages and you might not to be able to walk well for a few days but don't worry… its nothing we can't fix.''

''We? A few days? What exactly are you saying Andrea?'' I asked with a confused expression on my face.

He was speaking like he was about to amputate my leg. Thinking about it now, I realized that he was the cause of the accident. If he hadn't reacted so violently when he saw me, none of this woul