Abby turned her head. "hey, your up" then she gave a smile. "i didn't have any nightmares... and i think i know why..." she said softly

Tyler looked down, slightly surprised. "Yes I am, and I'm very glad you didn't have any nightmares." He yawned again, rolling his shoulder with a wince. Tyler tried to will his other arm to move... but it wouldn't. He sighed, looking back to Abby

Abby tried to stand but her legs were numb. she patted them, but when she couldn't feel them, she poked them. she felt pins and needles as they sprang back to life. she forced her legs to move and she wobbled over to the bed as she plopped down. she looked at Tyler. "if you get up, it has to be 'cause your sitting with me, not 'cause you are bored." she crossed her arms across her chest with a playful glint in her eye

Tyler looked at her. "No.. if I get up, it means I'm being normal because I would like to stretch ,y legs." He countered, standing with a wince. It felt so... so good to be standing again. He HATED sitting down... especially when someone else told him to. Tyler stretched one leg, then the other. It was obvious which one hurt more. He then walked over to the counter and started making some food... being mostly unsuccessful because his left arm was limp.

Abby sighed. "please? please come sit..." she wanted him to obey... to look her in the eye and kiss her. -why Abby? he wouldn't do that... no one likes you, Abby, no one, dear Abigail... that's why your father left...- she looked down at the huge bruises on her leg.

Tyler chuckled. "Aaaaand I got you to start begging. Aren't I amazing?" He teased, bringing her a sandwich. "Eat up." He offered it to her, sitting down beside her. Tyler gazed at Abby... he wished none of this would have happened. He changed her life entirely... he almost paralyzed her legs... Tyler had no idea why Abby wanted to be anywhere near him. He was glad she did, though...

she eagerly took the sandwhich and ate a few bites. she took a deep breath and softly laid her head on his shoulder. -he's going to push me away... well, better to be bold then shy... right?- she took another bite of the sandwhich.

Tyler just stayed still, staring out the door. All he wanted was for Abby to get better... he didn't care what happened to him, or if she hated him. He just wanted her to get better. Tyler was very happy, though, that she seemed to be ... okay with him. -In fact she seems to possibly like me...- he thought in his mind, his eyebrow said creasing. As this subject came up... he mentally hit himself. How could men be so stupid as to not notice that? -oh yeah great job Tyler... you're very smart. All the soft talking, the leaning... you idiot- he thought, tipping his head slightly and waiting for her to finish the sandwich

she took the last bite and swallowed. -he must not like me...- she thought as she took a breath. -a little longer though... just a little bit...- she let her head rest a while longer -one minute...- she thought. she didn't want to be embarassing herself if he didn't like her.

"Hey Abby...?" Tyler started slowly, thinking about how to word this. He was still mentally beating himself up about not realizing she liked him. He worked his jaw back and forth before taking a breath and starting again. "I.. I really do like you. It doesn't matter what you look like... and I'm very sorry I got you into that accident. You will walk again, I'll help you... and I think you are the kindest most considerate person I've ever met..." Tyler trailed off. He wondered if that sounded okay... those were probably the nicest words he could ever think up, so he hoped it sounded fine. -gosh was that too early? Too late? Too much? Not enough?- he wondered, listening to how she would respond