LEAKED

Hazel's eyes fluttered open blinking away the remnants of sleep. Her body felt heavy and tender each movement, a reminder of the accident that had landed her in the hospital. As she tried to adjust to the warm sunlight that streamed through the bedroom window the scent of something delicious wafted into her nostrils. Hazel turned her head and saw Gerald standing in the doorway a soft smile on his face.

"Good morning my love. How are you feeling today?" Gerald asked his voice filled with genuine concern.

Hazel mustered a weak smile and replied "I'm getting there slowly but surely. Thank you for taking care of me Gerald."

Gerald crossed the room, his footsteps gentle on the hardwood floor. Pulling a chair beside the bed he sat down and took Hazel's hand in his own.

"You don't need to thank me Hazel. Taking care of you is the least I can do after what happened l," he said his voice filled with determination.

Hazel gazed into his eyes filled with gratitude and love.