As Melody walked back to the car after being discharged, she braced herself for the fall she was about to stage and felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach.
Her eyes flicked toward the dark clouds hovering above the hospital. The soft drizzle had turned the stairs slick, and the water pooling on the ground shimmered softly, making it the perfect scene.. She smiled. Even the heavens wanted to help her. The wet floor gave her all the justification she needed and she wouldn't have to overact or exaggerate. No one would question it. A simple slip due to the wet floor, and she'd be back in his arms.
Her lips curled slightly as she followed Adam down the steps, already feigning fatigue. In her mind, she had already played the scene a dozen times. She would stumble, he would catch her- his hands on her arms, maybe around her waist. Her face would be close to his. Perhaps their eyes would meet, and maybe, just maybe, when she groaned in pain, he would lift her up and carry her to the car.
