Tricia POV

His beard was tiny due to the fact that he shaved every morning. I turned around and kissed his lip.

"Should we go downstairs?" Morgan asked and I nodded my head.

"No, I think you should take some rest," he said.

"Rest?" I asked. "I'm tired of resting."

Morgan shook his head, looking at me then told me that he was tired.

"Faking one's accident can be stressful," he said.

I nodded my head but a thought came to my mind.

"If you faked your accident, then where did you get ...