" Hey" His deep voice startled me. I was trying to move my fingers as an exercise although they hurt alot. His hair pointed in different directions and his eyes we're still sleepy.

I moved to the left side of the sofa and continued with my exercise. He took mine hand in his.

" No. Don't do that. It will hurt and the fingers need time to heal. " He said inquiring the broken fingers.

" How many days? " I asked softly.

" A month for properly functioning. " He put my hand gently on my lap.

He was treating me like I was a fragile object that would...