Chapter 25: In Which She Shoots

"Do I have to get on that thing" Isla said making a face towards the wheelchair that was perched in front of her.

"You can use crutches ma'am but it's recommended that you don't strain your foot at all, it will help fasten up the recovery plus it won't be very convenient to use the stairs with crutches" Alexander put her options in front of her as the maid set up the wheelchair and put the crutches by the wall.

Isla knew that even though Alexander was being formal and had laid out her options in front of her and even though she wanted to rather take the crutches, she knew those hard eyes giving her that look, silently communicating to her that she better take the wheelchair or she would definitely hear an ear full from her boyfriend the next time they are alone.

She gave him a dirty look before saying begrudgingly "Fine, the wheelchair it is then"

"Wise choice ma'am I'll help you onto it, if you wish so" he offered.

"That would be helpful, thank yo