Chapter 41: Strange Erin (1)

SARAH'S POV

I woke up with a sharp pain surging through me, my feet arching; the pain was unbearable, and I pressed my lips tightly to avoid screaming. Attempting to lift my foot, a silent gasp escaped my lips, my face grimacing in agony. I still hadn't recovered from my knee sprain, and now another injury had been added to the collection.

"Does it still hurt?"

"A lot," I said before my eyes widened in alarm as I registered the familiar voice.

There by the door was Mr. Clinton, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, his face filled with concern. He strode towards my bed and sat beside me, his eyes locking on mine, and for a split second, my pain turned to insignificance.

My eyes wandered over him as I fully checked him out. His dark brown eyes had a warm glow under the dim light, and his shirt was hardly done, revealing his chiseled, muscular chest. My eyes trailed to his lips, and that's when I quickly stopped myself from drooling over him.

He waved his hands over my