The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 57

Aidan

''Ow! Ow!'' I close my eyes before holding back the pain, not liking how much pressure she's currently putting on my scrapes—then again, she doesn't bother to care about my pain or my complaints. ''Have you ever tried this 'thing' called slow dabbing?'' I ask.

To my surprise, she ends up dabbing onto my wounds, a little bit too hard; probably on purpose which causes me to clench my jaw. ''God . . . are you trying to kill me?'' I groan.

Her blue eyes look up into mine before her lips curve up into a cheeky smile, ''I'm sorry. I didn't know that you have a bad tolerance towards pain.'' She replies, throwing away the dirty cotton bud before slowly placing a clean bandage onto the wound. ''Maybe, you're just a crybaby,'' She adds.

''Excuse me?'' My eyes widen, ''Me? A crybaby? Sweetheart, look at me—I'm anything but a crybaby. You were just being too rough on me,'' I smile without looking away from her face, seeing that she's currently enjoying my disagreement as she stands up, writing something on the papers in her hand.

''So . . . I can't write?'' I ask, glancing down at my left arm.

''No, unfortunately. Not until you've fully healed which would take up to eight weeks, according to your age—people of younger age tend to heal faster.'' She answers as she glances towards my direction for a couple of seconds before looking back at the papers.

''Do you know that there's actually an international left-handers day? I mean, I assume that you would know because it's general knowledge and all but I may have assumed too high.'' I continue to speak as she chuckles, finding it as a simple joke; probably slightly offended but I'm just trying to lighten up the situation.

''On August thirteen,'' She turns towards me.

''How would you know that? Was it a wild guess?'' I raise an eyebrow.

''Isn't it obvious? I'm left-handed,'' She points down at her hand, seeing that she has been writing with her left hand . . . all along while I fooled myself. It doesn't take me long to immediately burst into laughters, covering my embarrassment.

Within seconds, the door is being pushed slowly, revealing a familiar pair of brown eyes; looking directly at me as we both stare at one another before realising that my lips are slowly curving into a smile, ''Look at that . . . if it isn't the woman who broke my arm,'' I say.

Kenna steps inside, glancing at the doctor who has turned to look at her.

''Mrs. Ashton,'' The doctor greets her with a smile, plastered on her face.

''Kenna's fine. How is he?'' She asks, pointing towards me while I stay focus onto my best friend who seems to be a little bit worried about me ever since the accident. It cheers me up to see the look on her face when she found out about my arm—she was panicking, confused and even more . . . she cared.

''Right . . . Kenna. So, your husband has a broken forearm. Nothing too serious but it'll take awhile to properly heal—it shouldn't be a problem if he's well taken care of.'' Nora—the doctor, points down at my casted forearm. ''This orthopedic cast will stabilise and the anatomical structures in place until healing is confirmed which would take at least eight weeks or more, depending on how fast he heals.'' She adds, slowly.

''So, both of his bones are broken? The radius and the ulna?'' Kenna asks while I stare at her intently, liking how she has both of her arms crossed—seeing how focused she is, showing how she knows almost everything about the basics which makes me chuckle lightly.

Nora seems a little bit surprised before nodding, ''Yes. It is very common when the arm receives a certain amount of pressure from harsh impacts. Luckily, it's not severe and only a moderate fractured bone . . . you or your husband shouldn't worry. It's all taken care of,'' She smiles, assuring Kenna and I.

My wife nods, ''What about his bruises and the swelling?''

''All will heal in time. If you don't mind, you can simply follow me to my office and I will show you his X-ray results to reassure you that everything is under control.'' Nora replies, pointing towards the door, waiting for her respond.

''I'd like a moment with my husband for awhile,'' She says and Nora nods before leaving the room—leaving Kenna and I, to ourselves.

My eyes wander up to Kenna, seeing that she's currently eyeing my broken forearm before looking into my eyes as she takes a seat beside me. ''I'm sorry, Aidan . . . I can't help but think that this wouldn't have happened if it weren't for me.'' She breathes out, sincerely apologising.

I chuckle, ''You're feeling bad just because I broke my arm? You worry too much, Kenna Anne—it's nothing bad . . . besides, it's making me look a little bit bad ass, don't you think?'' I raise an eyebrow which causes both of us to lightly chuckle, enjoying how a situation like this can easily be a happy one if we just simply, let it be one.