When i looked back up at him in startled confusion he just looked down and sighed out softly.
"OH, will you knock it off?!"
Having been in the hospital for a week and then having to do pain therapy along with physical therapy I am severely done with all this therapy bull shit. I dont want to have to sit i dont want to have to stand specially when i am told to and Don seems to be becoming more and more protective over me and its a nice feeling to have some one be protective over you but its getting to the point where he is almost being fatherly and i cant stand that. If i wanted anything from him right now it would be some physical therapy of the sexual nature.
There was a loud ringing in my ears, my head was killing me and my side hurt from my shoulder down to my leg. What the hell happened, all i remembered was that i had told Don to slow down and then. It all came flooding back we were driving down the road at such a blazing speed that i had asked if he should have been driving so fast. He had said that he was the only one that drove up and down these roads but i guess today we were not alone like he thought cause then we were side swiped by a car. And then, the thought hit me, Don where is he. I turned my head and looked for him wincing in pain as i moved my neck he wasnt in the car. I unbuckle myself from the broken seat belt that must have snapped on impact, and when i went to move i cried out in agony.
Sweet, Passionate, Subtle