I stood up mostly on my own, which was most encouraging. Though it did take a bit of effort, I managed to make it to the living room couch. 

Paul sat down beside me, blinking the sleep from his eyes. "What should we do today?" he yawned.

"I don't know," I shrugged.

He stretched, subtly resting his arm on the backrest behind me. "How does your shoulder feel?"

"Back to normal," I smiled. I hadn't thought about it for a while. As far as it looked, there was still a thick scar, and that would probably be permanent, but that didn't matter so much.

"Good, good," He stared into the floorboards for a few minutes before opening his mouth to ask something, but stopped himself.

Oh, boy, what's it gonna be? "What is it?"

"Hmm?"

"Something's bugging you,"

"Oh... yeah..." He scratched behind his neck. "Just out of curiosity, how are you feeling?"

"Oh," that took me by surprise. I was expecting something else, like something hard to explain. "I'm alright, why?"

He shrugged. "Just thought I'd ask," It was clearly more than that, but I figured I might not want to know. Then I thought back to the night before, when he looked so scared. Scared that I wouldn't wake up? Something else?

Martha jumped up beside me and laid down across my lap like a big, fluffy blanket. Maybe he was just tired...or stressed...I don't know..

A/N Sorry (again) for the late update I've been a bit sick *Ok a bit more than a bit sick but yeah sorry 'bout that I hope all of you are doing well! <3