Chapter 9: Let’s make a deal.
Sunshine stood up and walked the half empty bowl of porridge to the table. Then, she looked at Hades, laughing dryly without emotion.
Gawking at his seemingly amused wife, Hades wondered what was making her laugh. Was treating him like an infant amusing?
Was taking care of helpless people her hobby?
"You don’t need to do this again." He told her. "There are professionals that have been hired to take care of me. I told you; I expect nothing from you. I may be paralyzed..."
"You..." She pointed at him. "Shush!!"
Hades’s mouth fell open slightly. He was so agitated that he nearly sat up to face her on level ground. He could not remember the last time he had been told to "shush" by anyone. Even the powerful politicians were afraid to meet his eyes.
This twenty-four-year-old wife of his apparently had no such problems.
Was this what they called stupid bravery?
"Mr. Quinn sit up straight." She told him.
From the sound of her voice, she was commanding him, not begging, not suggesting--commanding.
Sunshine took her hammer from the tool belt and placed it on the bed. "I know that you can sit on your own and you can also walk. Unless you want me to prove it by taking a hammer to your knee, sit up."