Page 47 of Second Chances

“Told you, unless it’s your pussy in plaster. I’ll fuck you into oblivion.”

Elena gives a contented sigh.

“I’m going to enjoy living here.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Elena

Freedom.

Beautiful, wonderful freedom.

But yuck, I needed a shower, my leg stunk.

The sensation of finally being cast free was strange at first, but as I’ve got used to it, I love the freedom I have again. Exercise was my first priority. I’ve put on loads of weight, sitting on my backside eating comfort food for the last couple of months. My muscle definition has suffered as well. When you’re used to exercising for hours upon hours each day, stopping suddenly sends the body into a kind of shock, so I immediately hit the gym for a good run. Ryan wasn’t impressed, though, and he ordered me to take it easy. I gave in at first, but now whenever he’s out, I spend most of my time in his home gym.

The only problem is my leg’s still hurting when I exercise. I’ve found the only way I can manage is to swallow an extra pain killer every day. It works wonders, and I’ve been able to start getting my definition back.

Today, I’ve got what is hopefully a final check-up at the hospital, and then I can be free of this whole nightmare episode and go back to work. Amy has said she’ll only let me return with doctor’s clearance.

“You coming, or are you going to sit and daydream all day?” Ryan holds the car door open for me. He’s insisted on joining me at all of my appointments.

“Sorry. I’m just hoping I get the all clear, so I can return to work properly.” I slide from the car, and Ryan helps me out.

“I hope you get the all clear, so we can up the sexcapades.” He winks at me, and I feel my stomach jump in delight at the thought.

“Ok, for that reason as well.”

I’m dressed in my training gear, ready to go for a run later if I do get cleared. My new trainers support my legs and feet well. I follow Ryan into the waiting room at the private hospital. His brother had insisted on funding my treatment there.

“Miss Lopez, the doctor is ready for you, if you want to go in?” The nurse scans my appointment letter and shows me which room to go to while Ryan follows behind me this time.

“Do you want me to come in with you?” He takes my hand and squeezes it.

“Please.” I smile back at him.

I knock on the door of the doctor’s room, and he calls me in.

Apparently, Doctor Phillips had been on duty the day I’d arrived at the hospital, following the accident. He performed the operation himself at the request of James. He was a short, balding, middle-aged man with a wealth of knowledge about the human body stored in his head.

“Elena, welcome, come in. And, Ryan, hello.” Doctor Phillips stands and shakes both our hands. Earlier in the week, I had another x-ray, and the results are illuminated on a board behind him.

“How does it look?” I asked taking my seat.

“Absolutely wonderful. It’s healed really well. It wouldn’t surprise me if your leg is stronger now than before the accident,” he says, laughing at his own brilliance. It’s one of the things I like about him. He knows he’s good, and he’s built his sense of humor around that fact.

“Thank god for that. I’ve been so worried?” I exhale a big sigh of relief.

“Any reason?”

“Sometimes it can be a bit painful, especially toward the evening,” I inform him and rub at my leg where it hurts.

“That doesn’t surprise me. You were very fit before, and it will take a while to build up that strength again. See how it goes. If there are any further issues, give my office a call, and I’ll take a look at it again.”

“Ok.” I’m not sure what to feel. Does that mean I’m going to be discharged? “Could I get some more painkillers please?” Taking the extra tablet each day has meant I’ve got through them too quickly, and I need some more. “Just in case,” I add.

Doctor Phillips looks at his computer and scrolls to a page containing the prescriptions I’ve had.

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