Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Brooke
While Logan was in the shower, I waited on the couch.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how his hand felt on my cheek and the riveting pulses that shot through my body.
Pulses that were new to me. Pulses that I had never felt with anyone else before.
I needed to prepare myself because helping him would be tough as it was, and I couldn’t let personal feelings get in the way.
He needed to recover without any distractions.
“Brooke!” I heard him yell from the bathroom.
Jumping up from the couch, I ran to the door.
“What’s wrong?”
“My leg. I’m in so much pain, and I can’t get up off the fucking shower floor!” he spoke through gritted teeth.
Opening the door and running to the shower, I slid the glass door over and found him lying on the floor in a fetal position, holding his leg. Turning off the shower, I grabbed a towel and stepped inside, wrapping it around his lower body.
“It hurts so bad.”
Grabbing another towel from the cabinet, I dried him off the best I could.
“You need to get up, Logan.” I firmly grasped his arm. “I’m going to lift you, but you must help me.”
“I need a fucking pain pill, Brooke.”
“And I’m going to give you something, but you need to get off the floor. Okay?”
He slowly nodded as I helped him off the floor while he held his towel against him and onto the marble seat in the corner of the shower. With his jaw tightly clenched, he leaned his head all the way back.
“I thought I told you to sit and shower. How the hell did you fall?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he growled.
“Stay here, and I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Trust me.”
I ran to my room and opened up the suitcase containing the medicines I brought from California. Shaking the pills into my hand and grabbing the amber-colored glass bottle, I went to the kitchen and took a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
“Here, take these.” I handed him four pills.
“Are these Tylenol?” he asked as he looked up at me.
“No.” I smiled. “They’re a Chinese herbal medicine to help with the pain.”
“These aren’t going to help me!” he shouted.
As I reached down and grabbed both of his wrists, our eyes locked.
“Do you trust me?” I slowly asked in a calm tone.
He hesitated momentarily before answering, “I don’t know if I do.”
Letting go, I stepped back and placed my hands on my hips.
“Well, you better get your head out of your ass and start, or else this isn’t going to work.”
His face, frozen as the pain swept over his eyes, focused on me. He didn’t say a word as he popped the pills in his mouth and chased them down with water.
“Thank you. Now sit here for a few minutes while I go find you something to put on.”
Walking into his room, I opened up his closet and found a black robe hanging on the hanger. This would have to do for now. Walking back to the bathroom, I looked at Logan.
“How’s the pain?”
“Tolerable.”
“Good. I brought your robe.” I smirked as I held it up while he slipped his arms into the sleeves.
“Why are you smirking?”
I shrugged. “No reason.”
The truth was that there was something about a man in a robe that bugged the shit out of me. Two-piece pajamas were fine as far as I was concerned, but a robe was a definite no-no.
“Could you please turn around while I remove my towel and tie my robe?”
“Really? You’re worried about that? I am a doctor, after all. I’ve seen many dicks in my lifetime.”
“I’m sure you have, but you’re a beautiful woman, and I think it’s best that I leave my manhood to your imagination.” He winked.
I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.
Once his robe was secured, I held on to him and helped him out of his oversized shower. Handing him his crutches, I told him to go take a seat on the couch.
“I can’t go to my bed?” he asked.
“No. You’ve spent too much time there the past couple of months. The only time you’re allowed to get into bed is to sleep.”
He took a seat on the couch and gave me a funny look.
“What?” I asked.
“I need some underwear if I’m going to sit here.” He sat with his legs crossed.
“Then go get a pair. Take your crutches and hobble to your room and put them on. The days of people doing everything for you are over, Mr. Jackson. I’m going to go to the kitchen and pour us some wine. I’ll start working on your leg as soon as I get back.”
He spoke with a cocked head and a narrowing eye, “Are you always so bossy?”
“Most of the time.” I smirked as I turned and headed to the kitchen.
Logan
Shaking my head with a small smile, I grabbed my crutches, headed to my bedroom, and took a pair of underwear out of the drawer. After putting them on, I hobbled back out to the living room, where I found Brooke sitting down, sipping on a glass of wine.
“Have a seat.” She patted the couch.
“So, therapy starts now?” I asked as I sat down.
“Yes. Therapy officially starts now.”
She got up from the couch and grabbed the amber-colored bottle from the table. Twisting the cap off, she poured the contents into her hand.
“What is that stuff?”
She knelt, brought my leg up to the coffee table, and started with my foot. “It’s a special Chinese oil that contains many healing properties.”
Her hands rubbed around my foot before reaching up to my calf and thigh.
Her touch, even if it was for therapeutic reasons, turned me on.
I gulped as I felt my cock twitch. The mere fact that her beautiful slender hands were on me drove me crazy.
I needed to distract my thoughts because the only thing running through my mind was fucking her on the couch.
“Where did you get that stuff?”
“A friend of mine.” She looked up at me with a beautiful smile.
“You know what I’ve noticed about you?” I asked.
“What?”
“Your answers are always so vague.”
Her eye narrowed as she looked at me. “You think?”
“I don’t think. I know.”
She straddled my leg as her thumbs pressed down deeply.
“Who’s this friend of yours?”
“His name is Jeung Woo. He’s the one who helped me walk again.”
She stopped massaging my leg, wiped her hands on the towel she brought from the bathroom, and took a sip of wine.
“He must be an incredible doctor.” I smiled.
“He’s not a doctor. He’s a healer.”
“How did you find him?”
She poured some more oil into her hands and vigorously rubbed them together before placing them on my leg.
“My father has a lot of business contacts in China, and after telling his friend over there about the accident, he suggested that we get in touch with Woo. So, my father did, and he agreed to see us. We left for China the following week.”
“How long after the accident was that?”
“Six weeks. I spent those six weeks in my room and in my bed, refusing to get out of it.” Her brow arched as she looked up at me.
“If I couldn’t walk, there was no sense in me trying to return to my life before the accident.
Being fourteen at the time and hormonal, I had hit my lowest point.
I was very angry. I hated the world. Whenever my dad tried to talk to me, I would push him away.
He even sent a psychiatrist to the house to come talk to me. ”
“Did the psychiatrist help you?”
“Not really. I wasn’t open to listening to her. There was nobody who could tell me how to feel. It wasn’t until after I met Woo that I started to open up.”
“How long were you in China?”
“About six months. My father had arranged for an American teacher to homeschool me while I was there. Because of his business, he couldn’t stay with me, so he left me in the good care of Woo.”
“He left you alone in China with a total stranger?”
Her lips gave way to a gentle smile. “Woo became like a second father to me very quickly. I understood why my father couldn’t stay, and I wasn’t about to let the accident destroy my family’s life any further.
He taught me so much about life and what was really important.
After Woo felt my time in China was up, he flew back to the States with me and stayed with us for three months while he continued my rehabilitation.
Just between us, I didn’t think he was ready to say goodbye. I had grown on him.”
“He sounds like a good man.”
“He is. After careful consideration, he left China and moved to California. He has a practice there. He wanted to bring his knowledge to the States and try to help those who wanted to seek an alternative medicinal route.”
“Am I really going to be able to play hockey again, Brooke?” I asked with seriousness.
Her hands came to a halt on my leg, and she looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes.
“It’s up to you, Logan. Only you have the power to decide whether or not you’ll get better.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. My leg is fucked up.”
She stood up, wiped her hands, and then sat beside me.
Grabbing my hand and interlacing our fingers, she spoke, “We all have a natural self-healing ability. You just have to tap into that ability. Listen, Logan, I’m going to be brutally honest with you.
Your road to recovery is going to be intense and exhausting.
You’ll become so frustrated that you’ll want to give up.
But I will stand by you every step of the way.
It will be hell, but we’ll walk through it together. You won’t have to do it alone.”
Staring into her eyes and listening to her soft-spoken tone overwhelmed me with a feeling of peace I hadn’t had in a very long time. I placed my hand on her cheek. This woman had the most beautiful soul of anyone I’d ever known, and it took every ounce of strength I had not to kiss her.