Love Unbreakable

Roscoe Roscoe grasped Nicole's ankle gently, yet his touch was steady and did not interfere with his task.

Clad in disposable plastic gloves, Roscoe applied an ointment that brought a cooling relief and numbed the pain.

The sensation was so comforting that Nicole found her toes involuntarily curling, her pulse thudding audibly in her ears.

Roscoe's expression remained detached throughout the procedure.

Once he finished with the ointment, he discarded his gloves in the trash bin, along with the porridge Jarrod had brought, without a second glance.

He exited briefly, returning with a thermos in hand, and proceeded to elevate the bed.

"Nicole, would you prefer to feed yourself, or shall I assist?" he inquired, his politeness unwavering.

Nicole, still somewhat dazed from the treatment, only registered his question when he repeated it.

She reached out slowly.

"I can manage on my own.” As her fingers brushed against his, Roscoe insisted, “Stay still.

I'll handle this.” Roscoe set up a small table, expertly transferred the porridge into a bowl, and fetched a spoon.

Nicole couldn't help but notice the pristine beauty of his hands, his nails short and clean, his veins subtly pronounced against his clenched fists, signaling strength.

Her cheeks flushed with heat.

This wasn't the first time he had tended to her wounds.

As Roscoe handed her the spoon, Nicole's hunger surged, especially for the shrimp-corn porridge, her favored dish.

She began to eat with an earnest appetite.

After the meal, Roscoe cleaned up the table and returned the bed to its original position.

“You should rest now, Nicole.

I'll be here to look after you,” he offered.

But Nicole's head shook in denial.

"No, Roscoe." Roscoe's gaze was intense as he watched her silently.

turned her face away, not daring to look

father’s support for

for the help you've

to suffer.” Roscoe listened without a

voiced his thoughts, "Nicole, I was disheartened when you didn't recognize me before.” Nicole recalled their encounter at the hospital's safe

fifteen, one of many in a crowd where her father

She didn't remember him.

had

Roscoe was an intern

her, Roscoe probed, "Nicole, do you love that man?” Her response came

only at this moment

affections had clung to an untainted Jarrod, not the monster who refused to let her parents go without a second

felt Roscoe's touch steering her gaze

wounds, hoping

Nicole find it

next words, Nicole

didn't want to drag anyone else into

Nicole interjected, "Roscoe, to me, you're like a

love for him, my bond with

and that

Nicole suggested they keep things

Nicole tried to turn her face away, Roscoe grabbed her

remained silent, gazing at her

just before his thin lips

"Nicole, once I surpass that man,

hell? In her eyes, Roscoe was

words somewhat

message from Bryce, requesting her address to pick

sent her location to

downstairs after learning

the door, she spotted a black off- road

lounged in the passenger seat, beckoning her over with a curled

the door and climbed

in the

narrowed at the sight

is

was

dislike toward Raegan, and Raegan disliked Eloise's