Chapter 16

Scott Morrison is not what I was expecting him to be. On the day that he saved me from the rouges, I thought that he was a serious and straightforward person, but I was completely wrong about that on him.

He's easy and fun to be with. He's the total opposite of someone that I know. He and Katherine have been a great help to me.

Now, we're facing each other because he volunteered to dress my wounds, which are healing very well.

"Can you stay still?" He asked me.

"Can you not make silly jokes so I will not move?" I fired back at him, still giggling.

"But you do look like a buritto with all the bandages that's wrapping around you!" he said again, which caused me to laugh and then pretend to bite my arms.

Scott is really good at pushing my laugh button. Thanks to him, my days are somewhat filled with laughter and smiles. Being with these two is easy.

He started to dress my wounds, and whenever our eyes would meet, I would automatically laugh, and all that took us longer than we thought.

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