As soon as Anastasia stepped through the door, she bolted straight upstairs. Marcus spotted her and, thrilled, wheeled himself toward her at breakneck speed. “You finally remembered to come home!”
He’d been counting down the days, and knowing he’d be able to walk again tomorrow had left him too excited to sleep. He wished he could just fast-forward time to the big day.
Anastasia was just as excited at first, but seeing Marcus like this, she immediately put on a cool front and scoffed, “Honestly, look at you—could you be any more dramatic?”
“Yes, yes, I’m hopeless!” Marcus had no shame today, eyes shining with hope as he looked at her. “Wait, why are you back today? Does this mean I can get rid of the poison early? Can I walk again today?!”
“In your dreams! That’d be a lot quicker for you, wouldn’t it?”
Marcus barely even heard her. He spun his wheelchair in circles around her, bursting with energy. “But I can walk, right? I mean, I won’t even need a cane, will I?”
Anastasia was starting to get dizzy from his antics. She grabbed the handles of his wheelchair, putting a stop to his spinning. “Enough already, let me check on you! Otherwise, you might as well get used to that chair for a while longer.”
Marcus’s face fell instantly. “I still have to wait until tomorrow? Then why did you come today? Just to get my hopes up for nothing?”
“Should I just leave, then?”
“…Fine, go ahead and check.”
No way was he risking another day stuck in that chair.
Anastasia gave Marcus a thorough examination before finally letting out a relieved sigh. “Just as I thought. Everything’s right on track. By tomorrow, you’ll be able to walk.”
She planted her hands on her hips. “But you’d better keep it together! Don’t you dare give anything away in front of Mr. Harrison Lancaster. Tomorrow, we’re going to blow everyone’s minds!”
Marcus nodded so vigorously his glasses nearly slipped off. He gazed dreamily at his legs, practically radiating anticipation.
Anastasia shuddered at the display and turned to leave—only to nearly collide with Harrison, who had appeared silently behind her.
“Sweetheart!”
She nearly jumped out of her skin, stumbling backward.
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