From OT To Wheelchair: He Cried When I Boarded Chapter 09

From OT To Wheelchair: He Cried When I Boarded Chapter 09

“So I should die for her? Is that what you’re saying?”

She snapped She turned on me, screaming.

“Bitch! This is all your fault!”

Julian ignored her. He pointed at me.

“I’m saving her.”

“As for the other one…”

“Do whatever you want.”

Chloe’s face went white.

“No! You can’t!”

She screamed, eyes wild, and ripped open her shirt.

Explosives. Wires. Strapped to her chest.

“If I can’t have you, neither can she!”

“I can’t be your bride, and neither can this bitch!”

She lunged at me.

Julian charged forward. He shoved me toward Ethan.

I flew backward. Someone caught me.

It was Ethan. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us behind cover.

“Get down!”

Ethan covered me. I couldn’t see much.

Through the chaos, I saw Julian tackle Chloe. He dragged her toward the water.

As he jumped, he looked back at me.

He mouthed the words.

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

Then the explosion.

Everything shook. Water Debris. Blood.

My ears rang.

Later, Sterling Group imploded. Scandals at home and overseas.

Partners pulled out. Investigations. Executives turned on each other.

Something new every day.

I glanced at the TV. Then turned it off.

I hung up my new sign in the office-Rehabilitation Consultant.

I couldn’t stand at the operating table anymore.

But I could still see patients, help them recover.

I could walk on my own now.

I just tired easily.

My wrist was better. I could write again.

Two light knocks on the door.

“Dr. Reynolds, time to go.”

I looked up. Ethan leaned against the doorframe.

“Hungry? Came early so you’d actually eat something real.”

At home, he brought out the food.

My favorite-grilled salmon and mushroom soup.

He carefully cut the salmon into bite-sized pieces before placing the bowl in front of me.

After dinner, we walked by the water. For my legs.

Before we left, he fixed my scarf and slipped a hand warmer into my palm.

Our shadows stretched across the sand.

The breeze blew off the water.

My legs ached after a few steps, but he stayed with me.

A gust made me stumble. He grabbed my hand.

When I couldn’t walk anymore, he knelt down, back to me.

I climbed onto his back. He held my legs, carrying me home.

Behind us, footprints in the sand.

I rested my head on his shoulder and listened to the waves.

The past was behind us.

And whatever lay ahead, I’d walk it with him.