I grunt at him but try to follow his quick directions. It's as helpful as the nurse while she adjusted the crutches.
"Have you never had crutches before?" This question annoys me more than the first and I visualize hitting him in the head with one. But I worry I'd fall over and hurt myself more.
"No. I'm normally a coordinated person. I've never needed them before."
"Let me help." He slides into the spot next to me and takes each crutch while wrapping an arm around my waist.
I want to complain, but I'm missing a leg to stand on. Literally. As much as I hate to admit it, I need this man's help.
We make it to the elevator faster than I ever could have on my own, and Ryland uses the bottom of a crutch to open the elevator door. As we wait for the ride to start, he readjusts his arm movin
