CITF Ch. 160 on AO3
CITF Ch. 160 on FFn
CITF Ch. 160 on TWCS
“So, just because you had a mild case of septicemia, you have to start from scratch?” Molly
snorted, teasing me lightly. “Such a slacker, Cullen.”
“I’m not a slacker, Molly,” I grumbled as I slowly walked on
the treadmill. I was sweating like a stuffed pig. “I spiked a fever and was
admitted to the hospital.” I huffed a few breaths, gripping the edges of the
treadmill. “And I don’t know how much I can do today.”
“I know,” Molly said, her eyes softening. “Your doctor sent
over a copy of your chart. Five minutes on the treadmill and then some light
weight lifting. We need to get your endurance back, Edward.”
I nodded, hating the weakness I felt. I was better than
before, but everything that I had gained from before my setback was lost. I
wanted to push myself, but I knew I couldn’t. I’d injure myself even more.
Molly prattled on while I continued the torture on the treadmill and then moved
to the leg lift machine. My physical therapy session lasted for an hour. By the
time I was done, I had sweated through my shirt and my legs felt like jelly.
Molly had to help me out to my car since I was so feeling so exhausted.
“We’re going to have our work cut out for us, Edward,” she
chided. “But, I want you to be able to dance to your heart’s content at your
wedding. I know you’re frustrated about the setback. I’m frustrated because you
were kicking ass prior to your admittance to the hospital.”
“I have no doubt,” I whispered, leaning against my car. “I’m
going to go home, shower and check on my fiancée. She’s doing some work at the
office today.”
“Tell her thanks for the muffins.They were delicious! The
best muffins I’d ever had,” Molly said, helping me into the car. “I’ll see you
in a couple of days.”
“Thanks, Molly,” I said wearily as I started my car, backing
out of the spot and driving home to take a nice long shower. I was tempted to
take a bath, but I don’t think I could get myself out of the tub. Fuck.
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