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He sighed, standing outside the door to his room, unable to sleep. He was clad in a rather dull copper helmet and a toga, shirtless and pantless beneath it, as per usual when he wanted sleep. He thought the night air might help him relax some, so he decided to try and get some. He walked to the nearest courtyard and sat down on a bench, looking around. Hearing footsteps nearby, his hand went to the knife up his sleeve, though he made no indication he was there.

Riven's mind was wandering, aching, trying to run itself a thousand miles an hour about meaningless things that could most certainly wait till morning. The Exile was sick of pacing back and forth between her bedroom chamber, sick of the summer heat, and most of all, sick of her own presence. Slipping on a pair of shorts and a small top she used for training, she grabbed her broken blade roughly before shoving out the door. 

In the distance, she heard laughter and what sounded like an explosion. Did these Summoners never sleep? The more irritated she became, the harder she gripped her blade until her knuckles turned a bright white. Slipping between the corridors to avoid a group of laughing summoners, she spotted a man sitting casually in the courtyard. Concealed with the shadows, she kept her hand firmly on her blade before stepping into the moonlight. 

"And to whom do I owe the pleasure...?" She murmured harshly, preparing to draw her blade.

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Feelings almost self conscious compared to the warrior in beautiful dragon armor, she crossed her arms. Her shorts and top certainly didn't gleam in the moonbeams with such grace... Taking a seat in the stands that were rarely occupied, she rested her hand in her palm nodding to the warrior to continue. 

"If... if you don't mind, I'd love to watch you practice. Your moves are very elegant, with a hint of power few possess. You control it with such grace." Clearing her throat, she glanced away to the stars, shaking her head. "But if you'd like me to leave, it is I who should move first. You were here before me." 

FoJ Open- Under the Moonlight

Riven let out a groan of boredom, slamming her fist on the table beside her, before cracking her knuckles. She’d grown tired of sitting around, waiting for the next big thing to bring about excitement. 

Throwing on a pair of shorts that were probably suitable only for sleeping, and a small tank top, she let down her hair, and grabbed her sword. Nothing like late night practice to keep her blood flowing, right? 

Running a hand through her messy hair, she grabbed the blade, and marched down to the courtyard, expecting to find it all but abandoned. Her eyes widened in a pleasant surprise when another figure stood, training under the high moon. A cool breeze ran through her body, sending a relaxed feeling to her core, as she marched down to the stadium.

"Hello. Always nice to see another practicing so late under the stars." She said coolly, trying to sound pleasant. 

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Something sinister ignited inside of her, an old rage buried years ago in the past, rearing its ugly head with each thought of the General. A low growl began to rumble in her throat, deep and low with a seething hatred. 

"I'd make him suffer, show him the pain, the same suffering that broke me, left me to rebuild everything from the ground up, with my own hands." Her hands clenched into a tight fist, her knuckles going white from the pressure. 

"I'd make him pay with every last drop of blood in that shriveled old body of his, and make him weep, beg for mercy from my blade. And when I've broken his soul, his body, and his mind, only then, would I kill him." Panting wildly, nostrils flaring, she let out a hiss, grabbing her bag impatiently, and throwing assorted belongings in, packing for what looked like an extended journey. 

"Well," the Exile growled impatiently, "Pack. We're going to Noxus." 

"Tell me Exile." Brand says letting a small chuckle escape. "Have you ever wanted true revenge on Noxus? Haven't you ever wanted your anger to drive?" The man's mouth turning to a small smirk.

Riven looked up coolly from her small book, eyes expectantly searching the flaming man for some sort of reason as to such a blunt question. Finding nothing but rage and uncontrolled passion, she shut the book, pages sending a puff of dust out, and the leather creaking silently. 

Despite the fact that it was a direct question, she thought quietly for a moment, before shaking her head slowly. “I love Noxus.” Her words were resigned and slightly pained, but still, true. “It will always be my home. I do not hate it- I hate those who turned it into such a place of hell and death.” With each word, her eyes sparked something more sinister, craving blood and the head of each tyrant on a silver platter. 

"Not Noxus. Only Jericho Swain, and the damnable monsters that rule such a place."

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"Gods, please..." She inhaled deeply, smelling her own body betraying her, every part of her quivering to be on top of this gorgeous man, to grind against him, to feel every tendon, every inch of skin that covered him. "Please... touch me. I need to feel you. Taste you. Hear you."

Their bodies gravitated towards each other, her stomach doing unearthly flips with each step, before her mouth finally collided with his in a frantic motion. It was like being half an inch from him would end her life, and she pressed her throbbing body against his. Pushing him back to the desk, she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding slowly, before letting out a breathy moan. 

The friction between them was so thick, not even her blade could cut through it. Her pussy was screaming, dripping with each action, as she kissed him with every fiber of her being, biting his neck, breathing heavily into his ear. "Please, touch me, do something, anything." She pleaded, almost in tears from her need. 

"Please... Touch me, Master. Please." 

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The white haired girl let out a long, low moan, shuffling down the hallway in a daze. Her entire body was on fire, muscles clenching, as a cold sweat ran down her spine. Ten minutes ago, she thought nothing of telling Ahri her woes with her sex life, and two drinks later, she left the bar feeling eased of her burden. 

That was, until, she reached the entrance to the Institute. Like magic, as soon as her foot reached the steps, her body ignited into a ball of tension and urges. At first, she thought it was bearable, nothing more than a fever, but with each growing step, it became apparent that this was no medical issue. It was the infamous charm of the fox woman, a cunning temptress that could reduce any being to its knees. 

Her stomach flipped, causing another sultry hiss to escape her lips, as she thrashed against the wall, glancing around to make sure that she was indeed alone. 

Slamming her fist on the wall, she made a mad dash towards the only man who she was confident could relieve her of this hellish torment. 

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"Tell me Exile." Brand says letting a small chuckle escape. "Have you ever wanted true revenge on Noxus? Haven't you ever wanted your anger to drive?" The man's mouth turning to a small smirk.

Riven looked up coolly from her small book, eyes expectantly searching the flaming man for some sort of reason as to such a blunt question. Finding nothing but rage and uncontrolled passion, she shut the book, pages sending a puff of dust out, and the leather creaking silently. 

Despite the fact that it was a direct question, she thought quietly for a moment, before shaking her head slowly. "I love Noxus." Her words were resigned and slightly pained, but still, true. "It will always be my home. I do not hate it- I hate those who turned it into such a place of hell and death." With each word, her eyes sparked something more sinister, craving blood and the head of each tyrant on a silver platter. 

"Not Noxus. Only Jericho Swain, and the damnable monsters that rule such a place."

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FoJ Open- Under the Moonlight

Riven let out a groan of boredom, slamming her fist on the table beside her, before cracking her knuckles. She'd grown tired of sitting around, waiting for the next big thing to bring about excitement. 

Throwing on a pair of shorts that were probably suitable only for sleeping, and a small tank top, she let down her hair, and grabbed her sword. Nothing like late night practice to keep her blood flowing, right? 

Running a hand through her messy hair, she grabbed the blade, and marched down to the courtyard, expecting to find it all but abandoned. Her eyes widened in a pleasant surprise when another figure stood, training under the high moon. A cool breeze ran through her body, sending a relaxed feeling to her core, as she marched down to the stadium.

"Hello. Always nice to see another practicing so late under the stars." She said coolly, trying to sound pleasant. 

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The white haired girl let out a long, low moan, shuffling down the hallway in a daze. Her entire body was on fire, muscles clenching, as a cold sweat ran down her spine. Ten minutes ago, she thought nothing of telling Ahri her woes with her sex life, and two drinks later, she left the bar feeling eased of her burden. 

That was, until, she reached the entrance to the Institute. Like magic, as soon as her foot reached the steps, her body ignited into a ball of tension and urges. At first, she thought it was bearable, nothing more than a fever, but with each growing step, it became apparent that this was no medical issue. It was the infamous charm of the fox woman, a cunning temptress that could reduce any being to its knees. 

Her stomach flipped, causing another sultry hiss to escape her lips, as she thrashed against the wall, glancing around to make sure that she was indeed alone. 

Slamming her fist on the wall, she made a mad dash towards the only man who she was confident could relieve her of this hellish torment. 

Gasping as she flung the door open to see a startled monk sitting in his chair, quietly sipping tea with a book in hand, she let out a low, guttural moan, sounding more like an animal in heat than an a woman.

"Lee... Remember when you said... You would help me in any way if I needed it..." The words were choked behind clenched teeth, as she struggled not to jump him and taste every part of his damned muscular body. 

"I need your help now."

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Spring in the FoJ (Open)

Spring was a strange sight for the Exile. The small buds on the flowers added splashes of color, and the patches of snow were replaced by wonderful green sprouts of grass. Even the trees, once stripped of their colors, began to bloom again. 

Riven grabbed a small book off her nightstand, and, slipping off her boots, threw on a lovely white dress. Padding barefoot into the hallways, a smile spread across her rosy cheeks, glimmering with delight of the changing of seasons.

Perhaps it was because she felt a personal connection to the season, the idea of rebirth after the horrid cold and dreariness of winter, but whenever she could, she spent her days outside. Dashing through the hallways, her feet snapped against the cool tile, and out the door with ease.

Mud squished through her toes, causing a tingle of delight to creep up her spine, and she twirled once, twice, basking in the hazy glow of the setting sun. After walking only a short distance, she settled under her favorite tree, old in age and bent at the side, giving perfect shade, as well as a beautiful view of the sunset.

Perhaps, just this once, Spring really could mean rebirth. Not just for Runeterra, but for her as well. 

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Heaving a small groan, her sandal flicked a rock back and forth as they walked down the dirt road. Spring had finally started to show itself, and the Institute was less and less like a second Freljord each day, much to her relief. Playing ball with the small pebble, she hummed quietly to herself, content with the silence. She wasn't much for the awkward breaks between words, but with him it seemed... natural.

The exile let out a small yawn, trying to hold it back, but failing. "Man, I haven't slept in ages." She murmured, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment. Her friends in Noxus had once told her she looked like a dying creature when she yawned- something that brought a blush to her cheeks. "I just... have these really... strange dreams." Shaking her head, she bowed quickly. "Sorry, enough of my jabber. Where to for lunch, again?" 

  Lee Sin sighed, dropping down next to her, just looking for a few moments. He placed his hand on the top of her head and closed his eyes, his mind racing. “I think thats enough for the day” he whispered, helping her stand. “Let’s go get some lunch. You look like you could use a break”

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Riven grabbed his hand, trying to pull herself up, but was yanked up instead. Her knees wobbled, rocking together as she swayed to the left, right, and almost crashed in Master Lee. Letting out a heavy sigh, she leaned against him to stable herself. Wrapping an arm around his neck for support, she tucked her head into the nook of his neck. The gesture felt so natural, so right, as if it was subconscious. "Lunch sounds... great."

Riven groaned, clenching her fists into a tight ball until they went white, and spat a mixture of blood and saliva onto the sand. Every time he said something about hearing, she wanted to punch a wall, and the fury and frustration only made her clumsy and stupid. But for the life of her, she couldn’t keep her head straight. His moves were so familiar, but each time they pushed through a thin veil, they hid themselves again, escaping her grasp. The way he moved, the way he kicked and punched, his technique, all of it was like a distance memory. 

"Shut up and let me think, Master!" Charging forward again with her fists tight, she let out a cry, like a caged animal that didn’t quite have it’s bearings. Stumbling into the dirt, she let out a wait, tears of frustration slipping out. Nothing was working, nothing.Slamming a fist to the floor, blood trickled down from her clenched fists, but the sting wasn’t noticeable against her anger. 

"Why am I such a fuck up?"

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Rebirth (Open)

Riven was quickly becoming acclimated to the changing of seasons, switching out her knit caps for lighter scarves and heavy winter boots for spring sandals. Every day, it seemed like life was breathing in again, green sprouting in between the white patches of snow. It was refreshing to have a change of pace after the endless winter season. 

It was evening when she rose from her bed, stretching and letting out a deep yawn from the pit of her soul. With a quick rub of her sleep filled crusty eyes, she glanced at the clock, determining it to be well past lunch and heading into dinner, before falling back against the bed, bouncing once. Her hair flipped into her eyes, and she blew it back, sitting up slowly before shuffling out of the warm covers. 

The Exile slipped off her silk robe, grabbing a towel and slinging it across her naked body, she trekked to the bathroom. The tile was cold against her feet, and a shiver shot up her spine, making her hair stand on end. The hot water of the shower proved beneficial, before she threw on baggy pants from Ionia and a light sweater. The training with Master Lee was exhausting, it seemed like forever since she had spoken or seen anyone outside of him. 

Throwing her hair into a quick bun, and padding out barefoot into the corridor of the Institute, she was determined to find someone, anyone, to speak to. If only for a moment. The solitary that she so cherished was almost maddening, and human contact, for once, was something she searched for. 

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Riven groaned, clenching her fists into a tight ball until they went white, and spat a mixture of blood and saliva onto the sand. Every time he said something about hearing, she wanted to punch a wall, and the fury and frustration only made her clumsy and stupid. But for the life of her, she couldn't keep her head straight. His moves were so familiar, but each time they pushed through a thin veil, they hid themselves again, escaping her grasp. The way he moved, the way he kicked and punched, his technique, all of it was like a distance memory. 

"Shut up and let me think, Master!" Charging forward again with her fists tight, she let out a cry, like a caged animal that didn't quite have it's bearings. Stumbling into the dirt, she let out a wait, tears of frustration slipping out. Nothing was working, nothing.Slamming a fist to the floor, blood trickled down from her clenched fists, but the sting wasn't noticeable against her anger. 

"Why am I such a fuck up?"

The monk laughed lightly, standing up and taking her wheelchair once again. “Lets see if the food here as as good as it used to be” he said, leading her back into the hospital. An ember of hope burned deep inside of him, growing ever stronger with each passing conversation. Perhaps she was still there, he thought with a smile. All Lee had to do was look for her.


______One Month Later______

Riven skidded across the field, barely keeping her footing after Lee’s last strike. He panted, exhausted from the almost full day of sparing. He could see the Exile feeling it as well, a thin sheen of sweat covered every part of her body that was visible. Lee was sure that he was no better off, but he had no time to look. “Stop listening” he called across the field. “Just hear. Stop looking and see.”

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Riven said nothing, simply watching the change wash over the blindfolded man with curiosity. He was surely a character, with the emotional stability of a twig, snapping so easily that it scared her to speak. She was so blunt with her words that she would have to watch what she said, something that was new for her. The sun fell beneath the flowers, leaving a small glow in it's wake that lit up the tops of flowers. 

Shaking his hand with a firm but polite grasp, she smiled lightly, grinning with the introduction. "I'm Riven, but I guess you know that by now, huh?" Chuckling to herself quietly, she clutched her stomach, gurgling with hunger. Groaning softly, she punched herself quietly to silence it, only making it gurgle louder. "Huh... do you... um, think I could get some food?"

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The monk did not respond right away. Her words echoed in his mind as if it were a hollow cave, dark and moist from the passing rain. Something stirred in his mind and he looked up at her. "No" he murmured. "She wouldn't want me to be like this. She would want me to stay strong for her" a smile pursed his lips. Something inside of Riven was stirring, he could see it within her. A hint of the old light was beginning to shine within the women.

"I don't think we've been introduced yet" he said, holding out his hand. "I am Lee Sin, the Blind Monk of the Shojin Monetary, champion for Ionia in the Institute of War."

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The shells jumped through the smoke and into the sand that the blood now had soaked. She collapsed with a flag in her hand, A flag white as snow. A hero of war is that what they see Just medals and scars, so damn proud of me And I brought home that flag- now it gathers dust But it's a flag that I love, it's the only flag I trust Rise Against - Hero of War

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Riven sat, eyes closed with her chin held high as she felt the breeze caress her cheeks and kiss her eye lids. Memories of the water splashing and laughter came to mind, but she shook her head inaudibly. She had never seen a beach, much less visited a place with sand. It was a dream of hers, to lie on the beach, feel the sand between her toes and the waves against her body as she swam, forever and ever. 

Opening her eyes slightly, she looked down at the man below her, who sat hunched in a ball, shaking slightly. Nodding to herself, she pondered the scene, and came upon the conclusion that he was a patient, though his illness was purely mental. Her sympathy for his suffering was not evident, but her heart ached with empathy. 

Flowers rolled with the wind, swaying back and forth like dancing to a soft melody on they could hear. Riven envied them, envied their unity and the song that was sung by nature. Though, perhaps it was for the best she was not a flower. She was not gentle, nor beautiful and colorful like the roses that were scattered across the meadow. She was like a cactus. The thought almost caused her to snort.

Glancing down again, she saw him murmuring to himself, and leaned in slowly, catching the words of longing and loss. Letting out a soft sigh, she bent down, wrapping her bony arms around his shoulders gently. Her arms couldn't even hold half of his body, but still, she tried. "Hey, it's okay man." Rubbing his back slowly in circles, she tried to calm him down, but to no avail. "You're talking about your... wife, right? C'mon, don't... don't cry..." Her heart was breaking for him, and she never felt such pity before. This feeling was foreign, and it... hurt. 

"I'm sure she'll come back to you. She loves you, right? Don't give up hope, she wouldn't want you to do that, right?" The words were strained, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, but she quickly wiped it away. "You're gonna be just fine."

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  Her words bit into the monk like icy daggers, cutting his mind to ribbons. His calm demeanor, which he had spent so much time building behind the one way mirror in the hospital, was quickly shattering. His burnt eyes began to tear up, staining his blindfold. Thank god that she was facing away from him, Lee Sin thought. “Of course” he whispered, trying to keep his voice level. 

The hill was steep, but the monks toned muscles could easily push the light, underweight girl up it. Riven had been hospitalized for so long, her once muscular figure had become skinny and feeble. It was pathetic really, and Riven could clearly feel the change. The monk tried not to look at her, but found it to difficult. Her soul was nearly broken. He could see deep black cracks running throughout it, coming to meet at her core, where he could just barely make out some of the Riven he used to know. It gave him hope, if only a little. 

They reached the top of the hill in a few short minutes. The gentile breeze blew cherry blossoms past the two as they gazed in amazement at the vast expanse of flowers. It was clear that whoever had planted them had cared greatly for their work, as the flowers were not simply strewn about, but rather arranged in waving lines. As the wind blew, it gave the impression that the lines ripples and waved like the ocean. 

The monk fell into a sitting position beside Riven’s wheelchair, trying his hardest not to openly weep. “This would have been so perfect” he whispered. “Here of all places. You would have been so happy to hear me say it…” he couldn’t fight it any longer, and let his tears stream. “I finally get the courage to tell you I love you” he said, almost inaudibly “and then you leave. I don’t even know if you’ll ever come back…” 

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Riven shifted her weight awkwardly in his arms, feeling uncomfortable being manhandled, but saying nothing out of fear of being put back in that hellish white room. His voice was soothing, and calm, but with a hint of sorrow that she understood more than her own name- it was the sound of loss. It must have been the loss of his eye sight, she thought to herself, as she was wheeled to the entrance of the hospital. 

Two large wooden doors creaked open, as sunlight splashed in her eyes and warmed her cheeks. A burst of laughter came out, and without a second thought or the slightest hint of hesitation, she spread her arms and breathed in heavily, drinking in the smell and warmth greedily. Riven wanted to cry, to dance in the bright green grass and feel the squish of warm, wet mud between her toes. She wanted to sing, to do anything to get out of this damned chair. It felt like... like heaven, and she didn't even know why.

"Really...?" The Exile said thoughtfully, imagining such a haven existing at every moment during the moon cycles, and shaking her head. Noxus had no beautiful gardens and zen palaces. It had no peace now, only death, only destruction. Shaking her head sadly, her mission was once again brought back into focus: to find peace for her home. She needed to train, to get stronger.

"Maybe they were under orders. Maybe it wasn't their choice." Her voice was defensive and cold as steel, trying to shake off the question. It made her uncomfortable to bring up her past, and though she didn't know why, she felt... really, really guilty. Guilt was a feeling that hadn't plagued her since Noxus. She turned her eyes down, saying nothing and letting the wind take her words away. 

"Can we go to the place with flowers?" She murmured quietly, pointing to the hill by the sunset, covered in the shade of an old bonsai tree. 

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Lee’s smile dropped slightly. “No, I haven’t been a patient here since my blinding” he said, moving to beside her bed. Before she could object, he lifted her lightly off the feather mattress and placed her slowly and carefully in the wheelchair. “You can just think of me as a friend” he said, wheeling her around and out the door.

They were outside quickly, as the building was not that big. It consisted of only about thirty or so rooms, with five or so exits dotting the building. He wheeled her out of the nearest one and into the garden that surrounded the hospital. The fresh air did more for him than he could have hoped, as he had been cooped up inside the hospital since he had arrived.

The cherry blossoms were in bloom, filling the gardens with vibrant pinks. The other flowers and trees mixed in with the blossoms and gave the impression that they walked through a shifting, swaying rainbow. The monk sighed in happiness, instantly forgetting his troubles. “What a beautiful place” he whispered. “It’s not just here, you know. Most of Ionia looks like this around this time of the year…” he trailed off, being brought back to his present crisis. “Makes me wonder why anyone would want to destroy this kind of place” he whispered.

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Riven stared long and hard at the man in front of her, smiling from ear to ear with a wheel chair in his hands. Narrowing her eyes, she glowered at him from under her lashes, assessing every part of him, from the red cloth that covered his eyes to his body, down to the very clothes he wore. Moments passed in silence, as a nagging feeling poked at her brain, teasing her- but she had never seen him, she was sure. Obviously she would remember such a man as this, handsome and odd. 

Shrugging her shoulders, she tried to tear out the IVs attached to her arms, hissing in pain as blood ran down her arms.  But even then, the pain couldn't tear her wandering mind. He couldn't be a doctor, he looked blind for goodness sake! But that body, with battle scars, gleaming with muscles... damn did he look delicious. She shook her head silently, punishing herself for the mere thought- he was an Ionian after all, and once he found out she was Noxian... well, it was all downhill from there. 

"So... uh... the physical therapy here must be great." Riven joked, referencing his... incredibly physique. "Are you... are you a patient too?" The silence was too uncomfortable, and though she was always one for the quiet, it felt awkward around him.

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Beloths face was practically dripping with pity. He stared at the women for nearly thirty seconds, taking in the pathetic position she was in. He finally shook his head and stood up. “I’ll send someone in to take you outside.” he muttered, walking out as he did. 

"There’s no way I can do this" Lee Sin’s words echoed in his head as he clutched the doorknob to Rivens room. "She won’t even remember me. How am I supposed to do anything with her?" 

"You’ll do it if you ever want to see her back" Beloth countered. "She needs someone that was close to her. She needs you, more than you need her, so suck up your pride, suck up your stupid emotions and do whats best for her."

He turned the knob and entered the room, wheeling the wheelchair along with him. He smiled at her, looking deep into her soul. “Heard you needed a lift.” he said happily.