Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 115

On the third day of Patrick's surgery, the old Hayden had been hovering at the door of his room since he woke up, afraid to go in.

It was only when Aimee came out to get breakfast for Patrick that she was surprised to see the old Hayden and asked, "Grandpa, why aren't you in here?"

the old Hayden clenched his hands nervously and said, "Aimee Ah, are you sure Pat will be able to stand up today?"

"Grandpa, you're worried about that, so do you want to go in and see for yourself?" Aimee smiled a little and said mysteriously.

However, she looked like this, but called the old Hayden more nervous.

"Aimee, I'm really worried." the old Hayden said.

"Grandpa, come on, I'll walk you in." Aimee said.

The old Hayden nodded and followed Aimee inside.

Once inside, he was dumbfounded.

Patrick actually stood properly on the ground, heard the sound, or turned around on his own.

"Grandpa." Patrick smiled at the old Hayden, as he always did, unchanged in any way.

The old Hayden's tears fell instantly.

He raised his hand to cover his cheek, and even his whimper could be heard.

Aimee glanced at Patrick and there was something helpless.

Just an hour ago, Aimee came to Patrick's room to see if he had woken up.

When Patrick heard her voice, he opened his eyes, with some rasp in his voice, "Aimee ."

Aimee walked over and said, "Your back shouldn't hurt anymore, try it and see if you can roll over."

Patrick responded and rolled over.

Aimee froze when she saw him move so nimbly.

This man, really, is exceeding her imagination at every moment.

His body bottom is too good and recovery, so much better than she expected.

In fact, yesterday, Patrick was able to move.

Only, Aimee demanded sternly, he could not move yet.

So, Patrick was able to remain on his back.

Now, finally hearing Aimee let him roll over, Patrick was close to giving her a carp leap.

Aimee walked over and pressed on Patrick's leg with a firm hand, causing Patrick to grunt.

"Aimee , is this a case of you not wanting me to recover?" Patrick said.

The force Aimee just used really hurt him.

He didn't even know how she could be so strong.

Aimee said, "I'm testing how your recovery is going and seeing if your leg is better."

Patrick picked up his leg and rubbed the spot where Aimee had pinched it, and looked at her with a look that was actually more than a little scornful.

For a moment, Aimee actually saw a sense of softness in his face.

"So, Dr. Read, how's my recovery going?" Patrick asked.

"Very good," Aimee gave a thumbs up towards Patrick, "Congratulations, Master Patrick , you have, fully recovered."

The moment the tone fell, Aimee's wrists were yanked and her body lunged forward, threatening to fall on top of Patrick.

Aimee let out a gasp of surprise and moved her hands quickly to brace herself on either side of Patrick's body to keep from pressing into him.

Patrick looked at Aimee in dismay, so fast, she was actually able to reflect so fast, it was so surprising to him.

Even though he had no precautions, he was shocked that Aimee was able to pull away from his palm so easily.

Aimee stood up and stood up straight again before she frowned at Patrick and said, "Patrick! Even if you are now recovered, you still want to pay attention, now is the sensitive period of your recent recovery, you do not make your own death."

In particular, the knife wound in his back needs a little more attention.

She so pressed on, he in case he did not withstand, in the end, the suffering or him.

When Patrick saw how serious she was, he rubbed his nose, sat up and said, "Sorry, I was really too excited and got a little carried away."

Aimee's face eased up, and she realized that this guy, who is always able to kill himself without even thinking about it.

However, she could understand that after being sick for so long, one would get carried away like that.

She deliberately put on a face and said, "Anyway, you still have to listen to me, and you can only move around when I tell you to be able to move around, otherwise, see how I clean you up."

Patrick pursed the corners of his mouth, and under his eyes was a deep, thick smile.

He asked, "So, Dr. Read, can we get out of bed now?"

He was really lying down for too long and didn't want to stay in bed for a second.

Aimee nodded and said, "Come on down, but for the time being you can't do anything yet, no running or jumping, no being hit, no hitting others, no lifting heavy objects, and after half an hour, you have to go back to bed and lie down again."

Patrick was out of bed the moment she said she was ready to get out of bed.

He walked up to Aimee and after hearing her say that, he instantly became more helpless.

He said, "Dr. Read, are you sure you're not targeting me on purpose?"

Otherwise, how else would he still be allowed to lie in bed.

"Targeting?" Aimee blinked innocently and asked, "Why would I take it personally?"

Patrick said, "That's not the same thing as rehabilitation as I understand it."

"Ah, you say that," Aimee said with a nod, "then there's nothing wrong with that if you want to interpret it that way, I did take it personally."

She did it on purpose. She could have loosened her grip on Patrick if he hadn't killed himself.

However, now, he himself so no light, she had to force him to be more honest.

Patrick instantly got a headache, what can be done about it.

He was really too excited just now, that's why, he couldn't control himself and wanted to give her a hug.

However, the result seems to be ......

Patrick said, "So, please, Dr. Read, can I hug you if I don't crash?"