Laura Sterling
A few hours later
“You can remain relaxed, Mrs Cole. It won't hurt.“ The kind doctor said, as her warm hands worked on my legs.
I sat on the edge of the bed, tense and uncomfortable, as the doctor examined my legs. Her fingers pressed into my thighs and calves, testing reflexes and muscle strength. Each touch sent sharp little pains shooting through my nerves.
I winced and gripped the bedsheet tightly, trying not to show how much it hurt.
Aaron stood by the door the entire time, arms crossed over his chest, watching everything like a hawk. His eyes never left me.
The intensity of his stare made the room feel smaller and made me feel even more trapped than I already was.
When the doctor finally stepped back and started packing her equipment, she gave me a small, enco
