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I nodded, still riding the high of knowing she loves me so much. I wanted to be back by her side already, but the pain in my arm let me know this surgery was necessary. They wheeled me to the surgical room, having me hop onto the surgical table. They placed the mask over my face without a word, having me breathe in deeply.
It was like I blinked and everything was over. I felt myself waking slowly. My head felt foggy and my eyes had a hard time opening fully. I could tell my mind was still trying to fight the effects of the anesthesia. The warm small hand in my hand let me know my Rose was by my side. I squeezed her hand tightly as I continued to stir awake.
"Lucas?" Her sweet voice made me smile.
"Mmm, my Rose. You didn't leave me," words slid out of my mouth like a flowing faucet. "I was worried you might have changed your mind and ran for the hills."
"Never," she said so confidently.
"Thank you, Rose." She shook her head no at me.
"No, thankyou, Lucas. You don't know how happy you made me today." She smiled at me.
"I wonder how you'll feel when I ask you to move in with me in a couple of months?" I winked at her, finally able to open my eyes fully, and take in her beautiful face. Her eyes widened on me before she blushed deeply.
"Stop," she slapped my arm playfully.
"Just wait and see, Rose."
Rose kept me company all day. She skipped her classes and got her assignments emailed for the day. She worked on her homework and her classwork as she sat with me. I loved seeing her focus with the way she would suck her lips in when she was concentrating. Her brows would pinch at the center any time she would get confused, but it would soon unfurrow as she found her answer.
Leo stopped by again with Lisa, who seemed to be doing okay. I was still worried about her and the son of bitch that I still need to find. I hate that I can't intimidate him now that I have this thick cast on. Lisa needs help. I love her to death, but she definitely has daddy issues, and it's causing her to pick guys with large red flags. I hope she's able to break this habit before it hurts her worse.
"I still don't understand it. Once you start mixing the alphabet with numbers, you've lost me," Lisa complained as she looked at Rose's work quizzically.
"That's where you findme." Rose giggled as she took her work back from Lisa with a snatch of the paper.
"She's too smart for us," Leo added with a smile.
"I'm sure Lucas wouldn't be as lost as us." Lisa pointed out, knowing I actually enjoy math, and a challenge. She had Rose hand me the paper with her work. The problems were not simple, and way beyond my scope. I shook my head no.
"Normally, math is my favorite, but even this is way too complicated for me," I frowned, sad I couldn't help her with it.
"I'll teach you." She smiled, looking excited as she offered.
"Go for it."
Rose showed me how to work the problems with ease. I followed along fairly well, and it helped her in double checking her answers as she went through them again. She was absolutely perfect, and there's no way I am letting her father keep her from graduating. I'll find a way to convince her to stay and finish out school.
I'm not letting you drop out, Rose.
Chapter 33
Olive's P.O.V.
It's been a week since Lucas' accident. A week since we both admitted how much we love one another. I have been taking care of Lucas as he heals. He broke his dominant arm, and although it's adorable to watch him try to do things with his left hand, it's also sad. I end up helping him with a lot of things, which he both appreciates and doesn't like.
He's a proud man like most and all he wants is to be better already, so he doesn't have to depend on me so much. I have been staying at his apartment all week, but it was time for me to go back to my flat. I missed it, and I needed more clothes. Of course, Lucas tagged along. I didn't mind at all.
You would think that we would have grown tired of one another after a whole week beside each other, but it was very much the opposite. We wanted more of one another, and the notion of being away from each other killed us. I was happy to know I wasn't the only one of us who felt this way.
"I'm almost done with your freshman year of high school now," he informed me, as we sat on the couch. I had been working on my homework and Lucas had been busy reading my journals again.
"How do we feel about my freshman year?" I asked curiously.
"I'm growing very jealous of this Ian." I laughed, thinking he was joking, but I quickly contained it as I noticed he was not. I shook my head at him.
"There's no need to be jealous of him. He was the first good friend, and that's it."
