More Than Words

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Violet’s POV:
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(2 weeks later):
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(It has been a struggle since the day that my precious man left the hospital. I was falling like the flower petals in autumn. I didn’t allow anyone to take him anywhere; I kept him in my place and helped him endlessly with all of what he needed. Patricia, Zayn’s lovely mother, came over and helped me during these two weeks with showering him and helping him slip into his clothes. Other than that I took care of everything. Ginger and Jake were as much as helpful as were the rest of the boys. They were always around the house; they always took the lead once they came, just to make me rest a little. It isn’t easy to help someone who can’t walk; I admit it deeply as much as the hurt of seeing him like this. My angel will set his wings and will rise from the ashes like the Phoenix bird all over again. I never showed him a tear and maintained my sadness to myself; I want him to grow stronger and not weaker. I won’t deny it was difficult in some situations when he asks me if I can help him to go to the bathroom; all what I need now is for him to get better and thank god there is still one week. I don’t care about the fact that I stopped going to work; Stina was more than accepting that I couldn’t, and that is why I was occupied with my angel’s requests. Basically I can admit that he wasn’t accepting his situation at all, but whenever I talk to him in optimism he would loosen up and smile to me. God forbid, if he never was able to walk again, I would never look at him differently like I used to. He is still my man no matter what his situation is; if this is how our life would proceed, I honestly don’t mind it not a single bit. It is sweeter than sugar itself if it comes to me. I love him and wouldn’t consider backing away.)




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“Baby can you help me to the bathroom please?” He asked me calmly as we both were in the living room. I hid my sadness and smiled widely as I stood up and scrolled his wheel chair to the bathroom. “I can do it don’t worry.” He sounded like he wanted to prove to me that he can control everything; I didn’t want to say anything that might make him angry. I nodded and he pushed the chair inside; I closed the door and stood outside just in case if something happened. He finished and walked out dragging his wheel chair towards my stand;I directly took the lead of the chair and rolled it over back to the living room.

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