Being Bad

Chapter 75: The Aftermath

I had a towel hanging around my neck to prevent my pajamas from getting damp, and Lina held a container that she got from the kitchen, filled it up with bath water, and splashed it over my head.

"Oh please, don't be so dramatic." She replied. "Besides, you can't take a shower. Unless you want to spend five hours taking off your brace and bandages."

"Good point." I shrugged. "But still. I feel so helpless and I'm used to doing everything on my own."

"Well, for once take a chill. You've been so independent since you've got here, which is great, but we're always here to help you even if you don't need it. Which you clearly do right now."

"Thanks." I rolled my eyes.

"At least you've got a smoking hot boyfriend with one hell of an eight pack."

"So do you." I said, reminding her that she also isn't single.

"Touché." She grinned, grabbing the towel and rubbing it against my head to get my hair to dry.

When she finished, she wrapped the towel around my head, and sent me hobbling off to my room to sleep.

I found Andrew, already unmaking my bed. He grabbed one of the throw pillows he placed on the ground and put it at the foot of the bed for my leg.

"Thanks." I said as he helped me into bed. He wrapped his strong arm around my waist helping me sit down without bending my leg. When I sat at the edge, I laid down and he placed my leg on top of the pillow.

"How does that feel?" He asked.

"Good."

He grabbed a glass of water from my desk and two pain meds prescribed by my doctor. He gave them to me and I swallowed them in a huge gulp, and then sipped on my water to help.

That was the worst part of my day. Those pills are bigger than my whole body and the fact that I have to swallow two of them each day for two weeks is insane.

Andrew grabs the glass from my hand, placing it on my nightstand, before moving to the other side of the bed to join me.

"You're staying?" I asked, surprisingly.

"Of course I am. You probably aren't going to be going to school tomorrow, and you know I'm going to be worried sick about you. So, I thought I would spend the night to ease the worry and then head out in the morning."

"Okay. Good." I said. "Cause I need you."

"You have me."

I sighed softly, inching closer to his body. The warmth radiating off of him made me feel sleepy, and I laid my head against his chest.

"You're so strong." He said after a while.

"What?" I laughed.

"You are. I mean you survived a car crash from the nearest point of impact. It's not just a miracle but evidence that you're one of the strongest people alive. And I know you're going to come back stronger than ever. You always do."

"You really think so? After everything?" I asked him, doubting myself.

"Even after everything. Plus, we're going to watch you 24/7 so nothing like this happens ever again. I didn't like seeing you in the hospital unconscious. I was scared for you, or for what life could be like if you never made it out of there. I was fucking terrified."

"I'm here. There's nothing to be scared about."

"I know. But just knowing that somebody out there wants to hurt you, it makes me want to go through lengths just to find them and kill them. That's how much control you have over me. Every fiber in me gravitates toward you, and every decision I make is influenced by you." He breathed. "You're my weakness, but also my strength."

"Mine too." I agreed.

Should I tell him that I love him? Should I?

He's saying all these wonderful things. He's making me feel so protected and loved. I need to tell him how I feel.

For my sake and his.

"I..." I said before yawning.

He chuckled and pressed a small kiss to my lips. "We should get some rest. Sweet dreams."

The rhythm of his heart beating sounded in my ears as I laid my head against his chest.

I closed my eyes and drifted, leaving all the negative thoughts behind.

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