Page 8 of Reid's Fixation
Chapter 1
Reid
Finally getting released from the hospital was a feeling that he couldn’t put into words.
He loved being free of that place. He didn’t have someone hovering over him, asking him what he needed, waking him at all hours of the night and telling him to keep up on his medicine.
It was nice. Or so he thought until his ma moved him into Brent and Grace’s home. Their housekeeper Rhonda should have been an Army General.
She was strict, almost more so than the nurses in the hospital. She never let him skip any medicine, or any of his physical therapy sessions. Either here, or at the office.
He was grateful to the woman, but damn, he wanted to be left to his own devices.
His arm still hadn’t healed all the way like it should have and it wasn’t easy trying to do everything with one hand.
He was only glad that it was his left shoulder, and not his right. Or he would have been fucked since he was right-handed.
He laughed at that thought. He already was fucked right or left-handed.
He hated being so helpless and unable to do what he wanted.
He couldn’t shower or comb his hair. He could brush his teeth, but it wasn’t easy, and he couldn’t wait to be out of the sling that made his life miserable.
He was looking forward to one thing though, and that was his sister’s wedding.
When Emery’s wedding came, Kian had to help him dress in his tux, and fix his hair.
He still had to wear the damn sling and his skin itched and chafed under his shirt where he had been burned.
His burns were still healing and while it was bothersome, he was grateful he was alive. Yes he didn’t like the pain of it and also didn’t love the new scars he had gained, but he was alive.
He'd been burned on his shoulder, down his arm, up his neck, and across more than half his back and down one leg.
His skin was a mish mash of scars and he walked with a slight limp because of how tight the skin was on his leg.
But he pushed all of his worries, his angst and everything else aside. This day wasn’t about him.
It was about Emery, and Trace. He loved them both and couldn’t wait to see them get married.
He was so happy for them both and loved that they waited for him to get out of the hospital before they got married.
Emery had told him that Trace wanted him in his line of groomsmen and as such had to walk one of her friends down the aisle.
He wasn’t sure who he was walking down the aisle, just someone named Mila.
Emery told him that Mila was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside and he was sure to like her.
That she was very pleasant and knew of his limitations and issues.
And when he carefully made his way to where they wanted him to stand and wait for their turn to walk up the aisle, he did as he was asked, and before his eyes walked a goddess.
He had never seen a woman as beautiful as she was.
She had long, dark brown hair and insanely beautiful eyes. They were light brown, honey colored almost.
She was short, a little taller than Emery was, and she had this gorgeous sun kissed tan skin.
She was so beautiful it took his breath away and when she came up to him, he couldn’t find the words to talk to her.
