When they returned to the rehabilitation floor, Iggy went straight to Becca, he knelt at her side and unlocked the cuffs from around her wrists. Sore, she croaked as her arms fell down along her sides for the first time in weeks. She let them dangle for a moment, feeling the hot blood return to the tips of her fingers, at last. They tingled. As she regained feeling, she caressed the grooves around her wrists and peered up at Iggy. He held out a hand for her to take. “Let’s get you up?”
Becca took his hand and he assisted her up to her feet. Her hips were tight and just as sore as her shoulder joints. She stumbled forward, but he caught her in his embrace, holding her body against his. Her cheek pressed against the middle of his chest and his chin dipped down onto the crown of her head. She could hear his heart beating rhythmically inside of him.