Friday, November 24, 2023
The President's daughter part 5
The day of Mia's scheduled surgery, doctor Ramirez explained the process to us. "Mia, we're going to surgically repair the fractures in your leg. This will involve placing metal plates and screws to stabilize the bones. After the surgery, you'll be in a full leg cast to protect and support your leg during the healing process. The casts will be on your leg for a total of 12 weeks minimum, non weight bearing"
"I'm ready Doctor."
A few days later the worst was behind her, they were going to put a cast on her broken leg. That was a crucial part of the healing process, and it was essential to provide her with stability and support as her multiple fractures mended.
A sexy young male nurse carefully cleaned and prepared her broken leg for casting. The cast technician, a skilled and experienced professional, began by wrapping her leg in layers of soft padding. This padding would provide comfort and cushioning beneath the cast.
I watched with interest as the cast technician expertly moulded the pink cast around Mia's leg. Her eyes were fixed on the process also, I could tell she was feeling excited about the process. She knew that this cast would be a constant companion for a while to both of us.
The cast slowly took shape, encasing Mia's leg from her thigh down to her toes to perfection. It was snug and very shapely. It was designed to immobilize her leg but for me it was so much more. Her fingers tightened around mine as the cast technician worked, and I could see the discomfort on her face.
Finally, the cast was complete, and her long leg was secured in a perfect pink cast, bent at the knee at a 35 degree angle. With each passing day, she would grow stronger and closer to walking again but it was going to be a very long process.
As we left the hospital, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Mia's leg cast in the leg rest of her wheelchair. I could tell she was happy to finally leave the hospital. God knows that cast made her look even sexier than she already was.
However, there was a decision that Mia had made, one that she had shared with me and Madame president alone. Despite the option to return to the White House for her recovery, she had chosen a different path. Instead of returning to the political hub of the nation, she wanted to go back to her college apartment.
Mia wanted to rejoin her college life, support her volleyball team, and wanted to be very close to me, her protector, confidante, and now, something more. I couldn't help but feel a surge of love for this woman I had the privilege of protecting and, more importantly, spending the night in bed with her, her long cast against my leg.
Arriving at the apartment building, I parked the car and turned off the engine. I knew that helping Mia out of the car would require some careful coordination and support. I opened the car door and with a warm smile "Ready to go Mia?" she nodded, her determination shining through, "I was born ready."
I gently helped her out of the car, making sure to support her long cast as she moved. She leaned on me for balance, trusting me. I carefully handed her the crutches, and she gripped them with practised ease, positioned them under her arms and smiled at me.
I leaned into her and spread my legs, allowing her to push that lovely cast between my legs and I kissed her while cupping her left breast. She squeezed her crutches and let out a small moaning sound.
"Oh yes you were born ready baby my dear Mia"
With her crutches and me by her side, we made our way to the entrance of her apartment building with grace and athleticism, even with her leg in a cast. She moved with a fluidity that proved again that she had been on crutches before.
As we approached the three steps leading to the front entrance, she paused for a moment. It was a small but necessary obstacle on her path, and I was there to provide support.
She gracefully slid her long casted leg between the crutches, positioning herself for the ascent. She used crutches and her strong leg to ascend each step, one at a time and I stood close, ready to assist if needed.
We entered the apartment building, and I watched with admiration as she navigated the long lobby towards the elevators. I walked into the elevator, held the door open for Mia. She moved inside, her crutches clacking softly against the floor. I followed closely behind her every step. Inside the elevator, she leaned against the wall for support as the doors closed. The confined space brought us closer together. Our eyes met, and the unspoken connection between us was palpable.
In that moment, unable to resist her, closer since that fateful volleyball practice, I leaned in and kissed Mia gently. It was a tender and affectionate kiss. She stopped and looked at me while standing on her crutches.
Her deep blue eyes looked at me at my clothes and high heels pumps. My skirt was cut way above the knees and hugged my tight ass and hips. My jacket was in the car and that was my mistake, her eyes moved to my Sig-Sauer P229 single action pistol. She then took a step forward towards me and rubbed my breast against my white blouse.
I could feel my hard nipples under her fingers and closed my eyes for a split second. When they opened again, the inner walls of the elevator being highly polished mirror, I was able to look at my sexy but injured girlfriend from various angles. Her blue eyes were piercing while she licked her lips and continued to rub my breasts.
Just as Mia and I shared that moment in the elevator, a sudden jolt brought our connection back to reality. The elevator jerked to a stop, and the doors slid open with a mechanical noise. As the doors revealed the 8th floor, a man in his forties stepped inside. I recognized him as one of Mia's teachers, a caring and concerned look in his brown eyes.
"Hello Mia, I heard about your injury, how's that poor broken leg of yours?"
As the professor greeted Mia in the elevator, his gaze shifted to her casted leg, and his expression turned to one of genuine concern and interest. He leaned in slightly to close for my comfort, as if trying to get a better look of her sexy long legs, especially her injured limb.
Was I jealous or just doing my job?
Mia's pink cast was extending from the top of her thigh down to mid foot. Even if it was slim and form fitting, the length of her cast was a testament to the severity of her injuries, a protective shell that held her fractured bones in place. The surface of the cast was smooth and free of imperfections. I saw how the cast technician who had applied the cast, how much he loved to rub over and over Mia pink cast, recreating her sexy shapes within the hard cast, like a sculptor.
The cast, while functional, was so much more. It was part of our life experience. That she chose pink like mine was years ago, added a touch of personality to her life in a full leg cast.
Mia's toes peeked out from the end of the cast, waiting for me to paint them.
As the professor's gaze kept lingering on, I'm sure he could see the faint impressions of her shapely leg under the cast. The contours of her calf and thigh were still evident, a reminder of her sexy leg. Mia smiled and engaged in a friendly chat with her teacher, sharing her experiences. Their conversation flowed naturally and that's not surprising since Mia has an outgoing and friendly personality.
However, as their conversation continued, I couldn't help but notice that Mia's teacher's gaze occasionally shifted towards me and my exposed firearm. There was something in his expression all of a sudden, an understanding that seemed to pass between us. She's mine buddy.
He turned to me and said, "You're Sarah, right? Mia has mentioned you before."
I nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious under his scrutiny. "Yes, I'm Sarah. I'm her... well, I'm here to support her through this."
A knowing smile crossed his face, and he glanced back at Mia, who was leaning on her crutches. "It's good to see someone who cares about Mia so deeply. She's lucky to have you."
As the elevator door opened, we bid her teacher farewell, and we stepped out. The doors closed behind us, and we were left alone once more slowly making our way to her apartment quietly.
Yes she is a lucky lady PROFESSOR and if you know what's good for you...
Part 6 to come
K
Thursday, November 23, 2023
Wednesday, November 22, 2023
The President's daughter part4
In that heart-stopping moment, Mia clung to the railing with all her strength, her voice ringing out in a cry for help.
"Sarahhhh!"
Time seemed to slow as I reacted instinctively. In a split second, I noticed the moron that pushed Mia attempting to run past me, without thinking, I swung my right fist, connecting with his jaw, and he crumpled to the ground, knocked out cold.
With a surge of adrenaline, I realized I had no time to reach the second level to pull Mia so I rushed beneath her, my heart pounding in my chest. The students in the classroom were equally shocked but they were frozen on the stop and horrified by the unfolding drama.
Mia struggled to maintain her grip on the railing but she lost it and she began to fall in slow motion from the balcony. In that heart-wrenching instant, I reached out and managed to catch her in my arms, breaking her fall. But we both tumbled to the ground.
The impact was harsh, and I felt the weight of Mia's body press against me but her left and air cast had wrapped around my back before the impact against the floor. The classroom erupted in a chorus of gasps and cries as the shocking accident unfolded before their eyes.
Mia's left leg trapped under me took the brunt of the fall, and the impact was excruciating. I could feel her injured ankle and left leg under me when a bone chilling snap echoed through the room as her ankle gave way. Her tibia and fibula, the two long bones of her lower leg, followed suit, breaking under the immense force of the fall and weight.
Mia let out a scream of pain, and her blue eyes filled with tears. I held her tightly, doing my best to shield her from further harm as we lay on the classroom floor, surrounded by shocked onlookers.
"Call 911" I yelled
The classroom had turned into a scene of chaos and fear, but in that moment, all that mattered to me was Mia's well-being. I whispered words of comfort and reassurance as we waited for help to arrive.
Amid the chaos in the classroom, the arrival of the EMTs was a welcome sight. They swiftly assessed the situation and began to take charge, their expertise evident. One EMT knelt beside Mia and me, her voice calm and reassuring,
"Hi there I'm Emily, We're here to help, Can you tell us what happened?"
I quickly explained the situation, how Mia had fallen from the second level of the classroom, and that she possibly shattered her leg in pieces.
Emily nodded, her focus unwavering, "Thank you for the information. We'll take it from here."
Mia, her face contorted in pain, tried to speak through clenched teeth, "My leg, it hurts so much."
Emily nodded sympathetically, her eyes filled with compassion, "I know Mia We'll do our best to make you more comfortable, Let's start by immobilizing that broken leg."
The EMT's worked efficiently, carefully splinting her broken leg to prevent any further movement. The process was painful, and her cries of anguish filled the air as they secured the splint in place.
"Easy Mia," Emily said soothingly. "We're almost done."
Once the splint was in place, the EMT's carefully lifted Mia onto a stretcher. She winced with each movement, her pain was obvious. I stayed close, offering her a reassuring hand to hold as they prepared to transport her to the hospital.
As they wheeled Mia out of the classroom, Emily turned to me. "You can ride with us agent, we'll make sure she gets the care she needs." I nodded, grateful for the offer. Mia's safety and well-being were my top priorities.
Upon our arrival at the hospital, Mia was quickly wheeled into the emergency room, where a team of medical professionals awaited her. The urgency of the situation was evident, and they wasted no time in getting to work.
She was transferred to a hospital bed, and the attending physician, Doctor Ramirez, immediately assessed her condition. Her face was etched with pain, but she remained remarkably composed.
"Hello, Mia," Dr. Ramirez greeted her with a kind smile. "I'm Dr. Ramirez, and I'll be taking care of you. Can you tell me what happened?"
Mia briefly explained the classroom incident and the fall that had resulted in her broken leg. Dr. Ramirez nodded, her attention fully on Mia's leg, which was visibly swollen and misaligned. After the X'rays the doctor walked back in,
"We'll need to realign your leg before we can proceed. It's going to be uncomfortable, but we'll do our best to manage the pain."
"I understand, Doctor" she said, squeezing my fingers.
The medical team quickly prepared for the realignment procedure. They administered pain medication to help ease Mia's discomfort and positioned her leg carefully, ready for the realignment.
Dr. Ramirez explained the process to Mia, "We're going to gently manipulate your fractured bones back into their proper position. It will be painful, but we'll work as quickly as possible."
As the procedure began, she clenched her teeth and gripped the sides of the hospital bed and my hand. The room was filled with a tense silence as Dr. Ramirez and her team worked with precision and care. Her cries of pain were met with soothing words of encouragement from the medical staff.
Gradually, the fractured bones were guided back into alignment. Mia's leg was now in a more anatomically correct position, and the worst of the pain began to subside as the procedure was completed.
The doctor explained the next steps to Mia. "Your leg is now realigned, but you'll need surgery to properly repair the fractures. We'll schedule that as soon as possible. In the meantime, you'll remain in the hospital and continue to receive pain management."
"Thank you, Doctor."
After Mia's leg realignment, the medical team decided to put her leg in traction as a temporary measure before the scheduled surgery to repair the fractures. Traction would help maintain proper alignment and alleviate some of the pressure on her broken leg.
Later on that evening, as I arrived back in Mia's hospital room, I found her lying in bed, her broken leg suspended in traction. The contraption was attached to a system of pulleys and weights, gently pulling on her leg to maintain alignment and reduce the pressure on her fractures. Mia looked up and smiled weakly as I entered the room, "Sarah you're here."
I approached her bedside, leaned over and kissed her cheek, "Of course. I wouldn't miss a chance to see that sexy leg of yours elevated in the air like this"
She smiled, her blue eyes were filled with love. "I appreciate it, I did it for you since I knew you loved me injured and broken," she teased.
Mia pulled me closer, lifted her head and our lips touched. It felt like my heart had stopped and the kiss became more urgent. She parted my lips with her tongue and sought out my tongue. Even with a badly broken leg not even casted yet she was getting into a passionate
Embrace until the sound of a knock at the open door stopped the moment.
I took a seat beside her and reached out to hold her hand, the sexy male nurse asked "How are you feeling now?"
She sighed, her gaze turning to her broken leg, "I'm trying to stay positive."
"You're incredibly strong Mia, You'll get through this, before you know you will be spiking the balls again."
God knows how wrong he was about this but so cute to look at.
Part 5 to come
K
Tuesday, November 21, 2023
Monday, November 20, 2023
The president's daughter part 3
The doctor smiled warmly, "That's the spirit Mia. Rest, elevation, ice and your crutches will be crucial during your recovery. Physical therapy will follow to help strengthen the ankle and regain your range of motion."
Dr. Anderson carefully slid the air cast over Mia's beautiful foot and up her calf. The air cast was snug providing stability and protection. With gentle and precise adjustments, the doctor ensured that the fit was perfect. Mia winced as it was secured in place, her injured ankle now protected. She took a deep breath, adjusting to the new sensation.
"How does that feel?" Dr. Anderson asked, her concern evident.
Mia gingerly flexed her toes. "It's a bit uncomfortable, but I can feel the support."
She was fitted for crutches, Dr. Anderson adjusted the crutches to Mia's height, ensuring they provided the necessary support. Mia gingerly stood up on her uninjured leg. With the crutches in hand and the air cast on her ankle, her recovery had officially begun.
I helped Mia back into the wheelchair, gently supporting her as she settled into the seat.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"It still hurts, but I'll manage, I'm sure it's nothing compared to your poor broken leg" she replied something shining in her blue eyes and her hand was on my right leg.
I handed her the crutches, to keep her hands busy and she took them with a grateful smile.
"Thanks Sarah."
At the car, I helped Mia out of the wheelchair, ensuring she had a firm grip on her crutches.
She winced, "Take it slow" I advised, offering a reassuring smile. I placed the crutches in the backseat, and she continued being curious about my broken leg.
"What colour was your sexy cast Sarah?"
Returning to the driver's seat and starting the car, I couldn't help but be intrigued by Mia's interest in my old injury, "It was pink". The car pulled away from the hospital, and the road ahead was uncertain, filled with both physical and sexual attraction. I knew that we would face whatever lay ahead together.
We arrived back at Mia's apartment building and she made the trip from the car to her apartment on her crutches quite easily, she was an athlete. I stood by her side, ready to offer support if needed, but she didn't need it, she had certainly used crutches before.
As we reached her apartment door, she turned to me with a grateful smile, "I think I can manage from here Sarah" she said, her voice filled with appreciation.
I nodded, though I couldn't help but worry about her, "Alright Mia, but don't hesitate to call if you need anything, I'll be right next door."
Mia unlocked her apartment door and I watched as she carefully entered. It was clear that she was still in pain, but her determination to regain her independence was admirable but she called before closing the door, her voice carrying a hint of sensuality, "Sarah, could you help me undress?"
I entered the apartment and followed the sexy college girl to her bed. I could see the excitement in her eyes, and without hesitation, I began to assist her. Gently, I helped her out of her jeans and t-shirt, revealing the air cast on her injured ankle and her beautiful round breasts. She was vulnerable but oh so sexy.
There she was standing on her one good leg when in a moment she caught me completely off guard, she leaned in and kissed me passionately on the lips. Our lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss.
I picked her up and carried her over to her bed. I stared at her, she was unbelievably sexy with her sprained ankle. She smiled at me with those big blue eyes. She grabbed me tight and we kissed. I laid on top of her and slid one finger inside her, she moaned. Slowly I went in and out of her dripping vagina but stopped before her orgasm.
Mia licked my fingers with her hungry lips, her eyes filled with anticipation of what I would do next. I bent over her injured ankle and released the straps and fastenings of her air cast, making sure that she felt no discomfort. As the air cast was gently lifted away, her ankle was so vulnerable under my fingers.
She was breathing so hard that I started to tease her hard nipples for a few seconds, she closed her eyes moaning out of control. So I moved down her left leg. She opened her blue eyes and looked at me. With my tongue and lips, I licked her toes up her little foot,
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No, Please no" she begged me.
Mia winced and moaned when I kissed and licked her badly sprained ankle, her orgasm building. I smiled at her,
"It's normal to feel some discomfort, stiffness and the beginning of an orgasm when a sexy secret agent, teased your almost broken ankle Mia"
Mia nodded, her trust in me unwavering, bucking against my lips and tongue so I carefully flexed her sprained ankle...She pushed two fingers deep into herself roughly. When I bent her ankle back in position she screamed and climaxed with an incredible combination of pure pain and sexual pleasure.
No need to say that the next morning, I woke up in Mia's apartment, the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. The events of the previous day and evening flooded my thoughts, Mia's injury, the hospital visit, the growing connection between us and the wild love making.
I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of...I don't know what. Mia turned her head to me, her blue eyes filled with love and lust,
"Sarah, we have a morning class to attend, but I'm worried I won't be able to stop thinking about last night, you were amazing"
I nodded, understanding her concern, smiled and kissed her sweet lips.
We began our morning routine together. I assisted Mia into the bathroom, making sure she was safe and comfortable. The warm water of the shower provided her with some relief for her aching muscles and injured ankle.
As we emerged from the bathroom, Mia was dressed in comfortable shorts and a t-shirt. She looked at herself in the mirror on her crutches and she was ready to face the day, sprained ankle and crutches.
"You look great, Mia, let's head to your class."
Mia nodded, leaned over and kissed me. As we arrived at the classroom, she turned to me, gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you Sarah. I couldn't have done this without you."
"It's my pleasure Mia and I," I stopped before saying the L word.
"I love you too" she said and I blushed.
Sweet Mia entered the classroom on her crutches, her knee bent to keep her air cast off the floor. It had become second nature to her already, and she navigated the room with grace.
The classroom itself was massive, with several rows of seats and a large elevated platform at the front where the professor delivered lectures. Little did we know that this day would take an unexpected turn. As Mia made her way to her seat, someone from her back suddenly yelled,
"Hello sexy President's daughter!" The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Mia. Startled by the unexpected shout and the quick shove in the back, Mia lost her balance for a moment. She desperately tried to maintain her equilibrium but, despite her best efforts, she went over the small balcony that separated the upper and lower levels of the classroom.
In that heart-stopping moment, Mia clung to the railing with all her strength, her voice ringing out in a cry for help.
"Sarahhhh!"
Part 4 to come
K
Sunday, November 19, 2023
Saturday, November 18, 2023
The president's daughter part 2
My eyes remained locked on the road, but my thoughts were consumed by Mia. Her vulnerability, her sprained ankle was heart-wrenching, and at the same time, the idea of her being in pain or on crutches filled me with protectiveness and sexual attraction towards her.
"We'll know soon enough baby, sorry Sarah," I replied. My attention kept drifting to her face, her beauty and her distress.
I chanced a glance in her direction, and our eyes met. In that moment, it was as if time stood still. Mia's gaze held mine, a silent plea for understanding. I couldn't look away, captivated by the intensity she applied to her injured ankle with her long fingers.
"Sarah, are you attracted to me right now? Is my injury an extra turn on for you?"
The car continued to glide down the road, the world outside fading into the background.
Mia's pain was undeniable, but it only served to deepen my attraction to her. She needed me, maybe even wanted me.
I was saved by our arrival at the hospital, and I quickly parked the car, my attention firmly fixed on Mia. As I helped her out of the car, she winced with every movement, her injured ankle a constant source of pain. I started to doubt my original diagnosis that it was only sprained, maybe it was broken.
"Stay here for a moment, lean against my car, don;t put any weight on it" I said gently, my heart aching for her.
But before I left her she pulled me closer and her mouth was against mine in second. She was a great kisser, her tongue was inside my mouth and it was wonderful but when her warm hands found my breasts something woke up in my brain and I walked away.
"We can't Mia, at least not in public" I said smiling.
I moved with purpose towards the hospital's entrance, where I spotted a wheelchair waiting nearby for us. I wheeled the chair back to where Mia was standing and helped her ease into it. She sighed with relief as she settled into the comfortable seat, the pain in her ankle finally eased by the support.
Being the President's daughter had its perks, and it meant that Mia received immediate attention.
The hospital staff, recognizing Mia, quickly whisked us away to the radiology department for X-rays. We were ushered into a well-lit room with a large X-ray machine at its center. Mia was positioned carefully on the examination table, her injured ankle exposed and vulnerable.
The radiology technician, a friendly woman with a reassuring smile, explained the procedure to Mia. "We're going to take a few X-ray images to get a better look at your ankle," she said.
"It won't take long, and it's completely painless."
Mia nodded, though her face still bore traces of discomfort. The technician adjusted the machine, and a series of mechanical clicks filled the room. Mia's eyes, filled with apprehension, met mine briefly before the X-ray machine began its work.
The technician stepped behind a protective barrier as the machine emitted low doses of radiation, capturing images of Mia's injured ankle from various angles. The process seemed to take forever, each second ticking by as we waited for answers.
Finally, the technician announced, "We're all done here." Mia let out a sigh of relief as the machine powered down. She looked at me with uncertainty, her blue eyes searching for reassurance.
"We'll have the results shortly," I assured her, my voice laced with genuine concern. Our journey was far from over, and the X-ray results would determine the path we were about to embark on.
Mia sat in the wheelchair, her injured ankle elevated on the leg rest, a stark contrast to the vibrant athlete I had seen on the volleyball court just hours ago. Her left leg was bare, and the gentle curve of her calf gave way to an injured ankle that was now showing signs of swelling.
"Have you ever been in a leg cast Sarah"
I couldn't help but study her ankle, my eyes tracing the contours of her leg. The skin, usually smooth and tanned, bore the faintest hint of bruising where the injury had occurred. Her beautiful long and strong leg, the very same that had pushed her up to sent powerful spikes over the net, now lay vulnerable and in need of care.
"Yes when I was 16 I broke my tibia and fibula, I was in a full leg cast for 8 weeks and crutches for 12," She stared at my leg and for a brief second she licked her lips.
As I stood there, waiting for the X-ray results, my mind began to wander. I wondered what color cast Mia would choose if her ankle was indeed broken. Would it be a bright, cheerful colour to match her vibrant personality, or a more subdued shade to reflect her current state of vulnerability and being the president's daughter? The image of Mia with a cast wrapped around her leg played in my mind, and I couldn't help but daydream about how it would look on her naked in bed, with me.
My thoughts spiralled further, wondering just how high the cast would go on her leg. Possibly ending just below the knee? A short leg cast, allowing her to retain some mobility while she healed. The mental image of her wearing a cast only fueled my desire to protect, care and touch her all over.
Reality snapped me out of my daydream, and I realized that Mia was watching me with a curious expression. I quickly composed myself, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at being caught in my reverie.
"Sorry" I mumbled, offering a sheepish smile. "Just lost in thought for a moment."
Mia's eyes twinkled with a hint of amusement, and she shrugged, a playful grin tugging at her lips.
"It's alright, Sarah. I've been daydreaming about the kiss too, about us."
Her admission sent a rush of warmth through me, and I couldn't help but feel a connection that went beyond duty and friendship. Little did we know that the days ahead would be filled with unexpected twists and turns, and the journey of healing, both physical and emotional, was about to begin.
The atmosphere in the examination room was sexually tense as we waited for the results of Mia's X-rays. A beautiful woman doctor entered the room, her confident demeanour putting us both at ease. She carried a tablet displaying the X-ray images, her eyes scanning the screen with a practised eye.
"Hello, Mia," she greeted warmly. "I'm Dr. Anderson, and I've reviewed your X-rays."
Mia nodded, her eyes locked onto the doctor, anxiety in her gaze. "What's the verdict, Doctor?" she asked, her voice tinged with nervousness.
Dr. Anderson took a moment to reassess the images before delivering her diagnosis.
"You have a third-degree sprain," she explained, her tone calm and reassuring. "Fortunately, there are no fractures, but it's a very severe sprain."
Mia let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders visibly relaxing. "Thank you, Doctor," she said, her gratitude evident.
"A third-degree sprain is a severe injury to the ligaments around the ankle. It means that the ligaments have been partially torn."
Mia listened attentively, "So, what's the treatment plan?" she inquired.
"The first step is applying an air cast to stabilize the ankle. This will allow the ligaments to heal properly. You'll also need to use crutches to avoid putting weight on the injured ankle. I want to be clear it would be very easy to break your ankle right now so no weight bearing at all"
Mia nodded, her determination evident. "I'll do whatever it takes to recover and not break my ankle."
Part 3 to come
K