Once Liam had departed , Rainer maneurvered his wheelchair closer to Willow.
Without a word, he bend down, gently lifted her injured foot and carefully placed on his lap.
Willow instinctively recoiled, feeling a touch of embarrassement.
Rainer firmly but gently held her leg in place and said in a low, commanding tone, "Hold still."
The firmness in his voice caused Willow to still. She nodded meekly, deciding acquiescence was the best course of action.
Very well, she would remain still.
Rainer's brow furrowed as he examined her swollen ankle. He picked up the medicated spray and gently applied it with the affected area.
The cool, medicated spray , with its sharp , medicinal scent, stung slighty upon contact with her skin, sending a jolt of sensation through her ankle.
Willow bit her lip, attempting to suppress the discomfort.
"Does it cause you pain?" Rainer inquired , his voice even.
Willow offered a strained smile and replied. "No, not at all."
