NovelEnglishChapter 167 us, "Welchome!" I cheerfully say as Silas and I walk together inside our house. We're not alone. Sabrina and Knox are with and they were withwhen I went to bring Silas from the hospital today.
I'm glad that Knox is here because Silas needs somebody to help him feel better. Frankly, I need shelp too because I don't really know how to make him feel better. Ever since learning that he won't be able to play football for a long time, he has been feeling down. I hate that I'm helpless. I wish there was something I could do, but I can't. I have already informed Mum that I won't be able to go to the office for the next month and I will work from hbecause I don't want to leave Silas alone.
I have never seen him in such a state, but I want to cheer him up. I want him to know that this isn't the end of the world. I wish I could read his mind to help him deal with all the atrocious thoughts running through his head. I want him to know that he can lean on me. "Thanks," he mumbles, givinga smile that I know is fake. I know how his real smile looks like. It's beautiful and bright and reaches his eyes. This one is dull and barely noticeable. "Let's get you to the living room," Knox tells him as he walks towards him to help him, but Silas stops him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I want to get used to these crutches. I'm going to be using them for a long time," he says. The doctors suggested using a wheelchair for the next ten days, but Silas was strongly against the idea and insisted on using the crutches instead.
Most of our family members are already here. It's a small gathering for welcoming Silas home. We're all glad that he's okay, and wish that he can understand that; however, all he's focused on is his inability to play football.
He already knows that our family is here. They suggested to make the whole gathering a surprise for him, but I was against that. I know that he is not in the best state and any surprise may result in a negative effect. "We made your favorite dishes," I say, looking at him.
"Thank you." He places a soft kiss on my cheek before taking a seat on the couch.
"Are you feeling better?" Naomi asks him.
"Yeah." I'm not used to this version of Silas. He gives short replies, avoids eye contact and doesn't smile. This isn't the Silas I'm used to. I want the smiley one who is chatty and sociable.
I will do everything in my power to get that version back. I love seeing his beautiful smile and I will do my best to see it again.
Lily, Aniyah, Holden and I head to the kitchen to bring the food to the table. Since it's a lunch gathering, we opted for making various types of salads and sandwiches. Honestly, I haven't made anything. I just bought the ingredients yesterday and left everything for Mum, Naomi, Aniyah, Holden and Lily to make food that Silas likes. Kendall brought dessert and Knox and Sabrina decided to accompany me.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWe all planned to work together to help him get over what happened. We are aware that it's going to be a hard task, but Silas deserves the effort. He has always been there for us one way or another and it's tto take care of him.
"Is he still in a bad mood?" Lily asksand I nod.
"It's only a matter of time. He won't stay like that forever." Aniyah offersa gentle smile.
I can't get over the fact that my siblings and Aniyah are teens. I still can't seem to forget how little they were one day and how Silas and I used to play with them.
"I hate seeing him like that. And I don't mean injured. I mean the way he's feeling. This isn't my Silas." Vinhale, arching my 1/2 Chapter 167 @68% neck back. I look down at the mini sandwiches on the plate for a moment. "Let's just go," I murmur as I carry the plate to the dining room.
The four of us set the door on the dining table and make sure that everything looks good before calling everyone to eat.
"Do you wantto make you a plate?" I smile at Silas. He is forcing himself to stand on the crutches. I know how he looks when he's in pain and I understand that he doesn't want to feel disabled, but I don't want him to torture himself. "Sure," he tells me. I'm used to Silas maintaining eye contact with me, so to have him talking towithout looking atfeels wrong.
I start making plates for the two of us and make sure to put everything he likes on his plate.
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