Recovery Time

I know things have been really hectic, but it actually slowed down for a few weeks. The girls wanted to wait for me to recover before doing anything else.

Not to mention their periods all synched up, which made sexual escapades a no go.

But that doesn't mean nothing happened. Between my five girlfriends as well as Astrid and Wendy, I always had someone with me.

There are a few things I want to mention.

...

The first one was during one of my physical therapy appointments. By pure chance, it was the same time as May's, so we went together.

"I swear, you come in here with a different girl every day," said the secretary. I can't really deny that.

"Well, given that he saved the life of two girls, you can't really blame us," said May as we sat next to each other.

Unfortunately, they were running behind so we had to wait.

Fortunately, they were running behind so we had to wait, which led to May resting her head against on my shoulder.

As she drove me home afterwards, I could tell she was nervous.

"May, is everything alright?" I asked her.

"I'm fine. I've just been thinking about things. I think I might be falling for you," she said. Before I could react, she looked me in the eye.

"But I'm not sure yet. Just give me some time," she said before her eyes returned to the road.

"Take all the time you need. I'm not going to **** you," I said.

"I know."

...

When you're recovering from an injury like mine, you have bad days. And during one of the rare times I wasn't surrounded by any of my girls during school, I fell.

"Mother fucker," I grumbled. Everything hurt. I know I shouldn't have come to school, but I was too stubborn. I tried to get up myself, but I just fell some more. Or I would have, if there wasn't someone there.

"Easy there, I got you," said Astrid. I was surprised, but let her pull me up and sit me down on a nearby chair.

"Thanks," I said, although I winced in pain. She crossed her arms and gave me a glare. But this wasn't a glare of hatred that I got before, it was a glare of heartfelt anger.

"I don't know what you were thinking, coming to school today. Heather has been worried sick," she scolded me. Yeah, I was afraid of that.

"I didn't want to bother them. I'm going to have bad days," I said, but she just tightened her glare.

"That's no excuse. You have a bunch of people who care about you. You might not be used to it, but you do," she said before pulling me up and helping me get on my crutches.

"Come on. Let's get you to the school nurse," she said as she gently led me along.

I've never seen her this caring, but I wasn't complaining.

...

One day, Emily was looking really down during lunch.

"Emily, what's wrong?" I asked her.

"N-nothing," she said. Yeah, like that convinced anyone.

"That wasn't even close to a good lie," Jasmine said bluntly.

"Some of the other girls were just making fun of me," said Emily.

"Who?" asked Wendy with a dangerous tone.

"Stella and her friends," said Emily.

"I'll get those bitchs," snapped Wendy, but Amy stopped her.

"Emily, those girls don't matter. You're beautiful just the way you are, and that's enough. Don't even forget that," I said. This was followed by praise from the others, which made Emily smile.

...

The next day, Stella and her friends were wearing hats. Eventually, they had to take them off, and everyone saw that someone had shaved part of their hair.

Wendy's smirk told me who.