All Chapters of Healing the man who broke me : Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Eli's POVWhat do you mean you talked to Adam?” Her voice was cold and grating. Her eyes were locked on mine so hard, it was difficult to look away.The Adam? she asked. I scratched the back of my neck. There is only one Adam that we both know. Don't try to be funny, she said. You are all smiles because you talked to Adam. My smile faded slightly, and I cleared my throat. I wasn't smiling because of you. You were smiling because of him. Eli, what the hell is wrong with you? I blinked. What? She stared at me like I had suddenly grown horns. I don't understand why you're angry, I said quietly. Oh, you don't understand why I'm angry? she said, looking around dramatically. I sighed because I knew this was about to turn into a full lecture, like it always did with her. You are sitting here, looking like someone just handed you the winning lottery ticket, and the reason is a person who made your life hell for years. He apologized, I said in a small voice, because even for my mouth to say th

Eli's POVThe drive home usually took fifteen to twenty minutes, but it's the weekend and the whole of the city is either out with friends or out with the intention to get laid later tonight. So it took me almost forty. I sat in traffic and I kept replaying the hotel room in my head: the feel of Marcus's mouth against mine, his hands, and the look on his face when he pulled away.There is someone else, isn't there? The question haunted me, and I tightened my grip around the steering wheel.There isn't. At least there shouldn't be, and even if there was, it should not be Adam Payne.Marcus always had a way of making everything complicated. He cheated on me and I forgave him. We eventually broke up for completely different reasons, and that made it easier to remember only the good parts when I thought about him.Maybe that was why seeing him again felt so natural. It was like slipping on an old shirt and realizing that it still fits perfectly.But when his lips crashed into mine and his

Adam’s POV I struggled to get myself in a good position as the game started. I saw my number flash across the screen and a smile tilted my lips. It was the pre-game introductions. The camera moved across the players as they skated onto the ice, the arena lights flashing above them and the crowd already on its feet, raising placards and screaming their favorite names into the air. The screen changed and there it was, my jersey. There was a photograph of me in full gear, grinning like I had never known what it felt like to be afraid. Underneath it, in huge red letters, were the words, "We are playing for you, Adam." For a split moment, I forget where I was. I forgot the hospital bed beneath me and the dull ache in my body. I don't remember the ugly collection of wires and monitors that have now become part of my daily life or the doctor who keeps telling me their recovery will take time, as though time is something I have plenty of. I forget that I was not supposed to be here. Th

Eli's POV“I have good news for you.” Dr. Broome said as he walked into the office. I followed him, trying not to look too eager. It was going to be a ridiculous thing to be excited that there was good news about Adam. I had worked with several patients over the years, and I knew better than to get emotionally invested in every little improvement, especially with an injury as serious as Adam's. Still, I couldn't help the joy that swelled in my stomach.“Adam managed to get to his feet last night.” he said and I blinked.“He did?”“Yes, he was watching a game and I think he did it out of excitement. When asked to do it again, he couldn't without assistance. He's still experiencing pain and we need to be careful about how much weight he puts on the injured areas but his progress has been encouraging enough that he can resume physiotherapy.”I bit down on my teeth to stop myself from grinning like an idiot. “That's great.” I managed to say that flatly.“It is. I'd like you to start the g