The next after I woke up after have my morning items shoved down my throat Tony comes and drags me out of bed saying I need physical training. Which involves me and Snow white standing in a pool until I start complaining about how bad my back hurts.
"You can take a break." Tony says while Snow white lifts me out of the pool and onto a chair. I grunt and whine in pain until I get settled in a position that relaxes both my back and feet.
"Ugh, why am I doing this again?" I ask still annoyed about being dragged into freezing cold water at eight in the morning
"Physical therapy. You need it so your back will still work the same as it did before." Snow white says while trying to get me to drink some weird lumpy green protein shake he made.
"My back wasn't that good before. So what makes you think I want it back? All I need is a few more days of rest then like an hour sitting in a hot tub with some margaritas and a few bottles of water half of them filled with vodka." I say pushing his hands away causing him to spill the awful green lump of whatever along the tile floor.
"Haha, you're so funny please tell me another joke." He says while mopping up the slime
"I'm series. It's happened before all I do is sleep then get drunk and nearly kill myself by falling asleep in a hot tub. Works like a charm." I say drinking my orange juice.
"Why, do you always do that?" He asks confusing me
"Do what?"
"That thing you do." He says
"Oh, that one thing that I do. You know when I do the thing I like to do as I do the thing?" I ask while mocking him
"You always make everything into a joke. Have you done that your whole life?"
"My life is a joke so there you have your answer." I say
"Oh, come on really you did it yet again."
"Why are you complaining? I'm the one sitting here broken both physically and mental. I can't get around on my own for the next lord knows how long, I can't even take a shower longer than ten minutes without you nearly knocking the door down. Do you know what lying around with nothing, but your thoughts does to a person?" I ask getting a bit annoyed with him.
"Yeah, I once shot myself in the foot with an arrow I was put on bed rest for two weeks. They would hardly let me use the bathroom." He says
"Well, there you go now I wish to be placed in the pool so I can have a small bit of freedom before I am back to being condemned back to my bed."
He lets out a small sigh before picking my up and setting me back in the pool oh so carefully then I take off swimming going back to my five-year-old self that wanted to be an olympian swimmer by the time she was eighteen. Sadly, that dream never came true. I try turning only to have my back scream in protest so I emerge from the water just floating along kind of wishing I have a pool noodle or little floaties but realizing I am way to old for the both of those. Snow white watches me from the far side of the pool as I float my way down to him.
"Help me out please?" I ask holding my arms out and pouting like a little kid.
A smile breaks across his face as he picks my up.
"Truce?" He asks
"Truce." I reply happily
He takes me into my room and allows me a whole half an hour to shower before he starts banging at my door again telling me to get out or he'll come in. I know it's an empty threat but even the thought of him barging into the shower when I was in my birthday suit cause enough blood to rush to my face making a noticeable blush crossover my face. I dress as best as I can but make Snow white pull my shirt over my head after I have a tank top on which is surprisingly hard work when your back is out of commission. Rather than sitting me on my bed after my shower and whatever else I feel like torturing him through he plops my butt in a wheelchair.
"Umm, I know this might be new to you, but this is very much not my bed." I say
"I know I'm taking you out." He says
"Out? Out how? Out where? And when in the heck did you get a wheelchair?" I ask
"Out out. Like outside you know where trees and grass grow and little birdies and other animes run around in the sun. As for the wheelchair well, we've always had it." He says
"Then why in the name of all things holy have you been carrying me around? Do you have a death wish?" I ask
"No, you are just so cute and I couldn't help myself seeing you all helpless." He says which earns him a good smack to the chest or what I think is his chest. It's hard to tell when you try hitting someone that's behind you and you're sitting on a chair or in my case a wheelchair. The only problem with is plan is he still has to find a way to get me and my new chair to the bottom of the stairs. it either involved leaving me at the top of the stairs or at the bottom while he moved my chair. In the end, he was carrying me because the wheelchair kept sinking in the grass that happened to be wet which caused for a lot of mud. He tells me jokes as we walk along until we come upon a hill with a blanket and a typically out-of-a-movie picnic basket with two wine glasses and what I hope is a bottle of sparkling grape juice.
"You could have told me you had a date I would have been just fine on my own." I say "Now I'm a third wheel."
"Well, it's just you and me." He says setting me on the blanket.
I blink a few times while staring at him an involuntary blush takes over my cheeks.
"You're my date smart one."
