Lucy
“How are you, Teck?” I carried the tray containing his breakfast to him. I had offered and lifted it out of the maid’s hands that had been bringing him his food.
He was awake and seating but with lots of pillows propping his sides. He offered me a pallid smile. “Fine, thank you.”
I dropped the tray before him. “Here’s breakfast.”
“You made it yourself?” He asked, a bit surprised.
I quirked a brow. “You think I can’t whip up a meal?”
He chuckled lightly. “I didn’t say that. Thank you.”
“How are you healing? How’s the ribs?” I asked, helping him stay stable so he could eat.
“It still hurts.” He said.
I sat back down on the bed. “I’m sorry Armando and I didn’t listen to you. You would not be in this situation if we had carried you along.”
He shook his head. "It's okay. On the b
