I looked into Aly's eyes. It's been hard getting used to having crutches instead of two legs.
"Let me help you," she said. She reached out but I refused.
"I can take care of myself," I said curtly. I stood on my one good foot and hopped over to the desk, where an MP3 player was sitting next to a pair of headphones. It wasn't too far from the chair I'd been sitting in, so I didn't need my crutches.
"Jack, you should be using your crutches," Aly picked up my crutches and carried them toward me.
"Why? The desk's not too far. I can take care of myself." I get that my ankle was busted and all, but was it necessary for everyone to fuss over me? For me, it wasn't.
"Are you sure?" Aly raised an eyebrow.
I hopped back to the chair, carrying the MP3 player and headphones, and sat down. "Yes. And I don't need everyone fussing over me all the time."
She shrugged. "Fine."
I smiled. "Good."
I had it my way with one person, now the rest.