I pushed Lila's wheelchair out of the hospital and towards my car, feeling relieved that we could finally leave this awful place. Both of us, alive.
"I could've walked you know." She protested under her breath, glancing up at me briefly.
"Sure." I rolled my eyes and opened the door of the passenger seat of my car, ignoring her protests.
"I'm not sick, I hate being treated like I am when I'm not." She went on, her tone definitely annoyed.
"Yes you're not sick but you got into a car crash, got a surgery and even slipped into a coma. Don't you think that's enough?" I asked back, helping her up on her feet and into the car.
By the time I was climbing on my side she was already glaring. "But I'm good now." She replied stubbornly.
I sighed, taking a second to cup her face and stare into her gorgeous eyes. "You're better. But you're not fully recovered, you still have stitches and you have to rest and take care of yourself. Let me take care of you, do it for me." I told her softly as I kissed her tenderly.
"I could've walked you know." She protested under her breath, glancing up at me briefly.
"Sure." I rolled my eyes and opened the door of the passenger seat of my car, ignoring her protests.
"I'm not sick, I hate being treated like I am when I'm not." She went on, her tone definitely annoyed.
"Yes you're not sick but you got into a car crash, got a surgery and even slipped into a coma. Don't you think that's enough?" I asked back, helping her up on her feet and into the car.
By the time I was climbing on my side she was already glaring. "But I'm good now." She replied stubbornly.
I sighed, taking a second to cup her face and stare into her gorgeous eyes. "You're better. But you're not fully recovered, you still have stitches and you have to rest and take care of yourself. Let me take care of you, do it for me." I told her softly as I kissed her tenderly.
She finally nodded. "Fine. Just because I don't want to argue with you though." She added as a second thought.
"Wise choice." I commented and smirked as I started the car, but my expression dropped when I noticed her body tensing and her eyes widening. It didn't take to be a therapist to get what was happening. My hand landed on her leg, squeezing it gently. "Baby you're safe with me."
"Just..." She trailed off, taking a deep breath and running her fingers through her hair. "Drive slow."
"I will." I promised as I did, even though it was getting to my nerves. I knew I had to though, for her. "I'm happy you're finally coming back home." I said after a moment, wanting her to focus on the good things.
"Me too." She agreed, nodding and even throwing me a small smile but her hands were twisting together. "I can't wait to be back to normal."
"Oh because we're usually so normal, uh?" I smirked at her, trying to make the moment light.
She chuckled. "Our normal. Even if it's not that normal." She joked herself and seemed to relax a little. "Where's my phone?" She asked a second later.
I shrugged, "I have no idea." I told her, guessing it got lost in the accident or something. "But I blocked it, got you a new one with the same old number. It's home, waiting for you."
"I had all my photos and contacts on it. I can't believe I lost them all." She sighed, looking genuinely bummed and I bit my tongue not to point out that what was important was her being alive.
I parked in front of my house, "Don't worry, they're all on your new phone." I reassured her and she just stared at me. "What?"
"You don't have my passwords." She pointed out slowly.
"Baby, I work at Apple." I grinned at her before getting out of the car and walking to her side to open her door. "I didn't get through your stuff I promise." I said as I picked her up gently to carry her inside.
"You better and what are we, just married?! I can walk Trav." She glared at me again.
"No arguing Lila." I told her seriously and I knew by the look on her gorgeous face she was still weak and tired, even if she'd never admit it.
Lila sighed and let me carry her into my place, setting her on the couch and handing her a brand new phone. "I had the iphone 5 before."
"And now you have the 6 Plus. Perks of dating me."
She smirked. "It's huge." She commented. "I don't have huge hands like you."
I laughed. "Yes but you do use your phone like it's a lifeline. This will make it easier."
She shrugged and thumbed through all her pictures. "Thanks baby." She said softly.
"Do you need anything?" I asked her, watching her closely.
"Coffee." She replied seriously, leaning back and wincing. She just couldn't accept the fact that she had to rest and stay still.
"How about water instead?" I offered. She glared at me as if I was being awful to her. "You shouldn't have caffiene with your pain meds."
She sighed. "This is the worst." She grumbled. "Why didn't we go to my place? I need my things if you're going to insist on taking care of me."
"I'll go get anything you need baby." I said simply, dismissing the subject already because I had everything planned on my mind. "Are you in pain? Do you need more meds?"
She shook her head. "No they make me silly."
I laughed. "You've always been silly." I pointed out and she threw a couch pillow at me as I narrowed my eyes even though I was still smiling. "Don't be bad." I warned her.
"Why will you spank me?" She asked smirking and wiggling as she thought about that.
"No Lil, no spanks for a while I'm afraid." I said as I tried not to sigh. So far I had only thought about the part where I made sure that Lila was alive and well, then there had been the part where I had made a list of things I needed to do to take care of her...but I had left sex out of the picture. I didn't know if and when it'd be okay to have sex with her again, I was too worried to hurt her right now since she was so weak. But surely I missed being inside of her.
She rolled her eyes and looked annoyed. "Why not Travis." She stared at me.
I raised one eyebrow at her. "Guess." I told her before heading to the kitchen, coming back a moment later with her glass of water.
"Listen Trav. I know I've been through a lot and I just got out of the hospital but I don't want to be treated like I'm made of thin glass and I might break any moment." She said seriously before sipping her water.
"Lila, you almost died." I reminded her because I didn't need any reminder of that, I could still feel the scare if I thought about it.
She closed her eyes, "I don't want you to be different with me." She went on stubbornly.
I sat next to her, reaching for her hand. "I'm not. Just...you need special care for a while, is that so bad?" I asked, hoping I was pushing the right buttons.
She shrugged. "Maybe." She pursed her lips together. "But what about when you'll be working? Will I be allowed to walk? Can I go to the bathroom? Or will you call a babysitter?"
I groaned this time, wishing she could understand what the situation was. "I'm not going to work for a while." I told her. I had thought about it and that solved every problem. I didn't want anyone else to take care of her, and I'd be too worried to leave her alone so there was really no other choice.
"What do you mean?" Lila asked, blinking back at me.
"I'm taking some vacation days...working from home." I explained quietly, gauging her reaction.
She shook her head. "Travis you can't do that." She said seriously.
I shot a serious look her way. "Lila." I warned her.
"I mean it. You love working. If you stop just to take care of her then you'll resent me and that asshole who rammed his car into me WILL have killed me because I would hate myself if I did that to you."
"That's a little dramatic." I pointed out with a snort.
"You're not a nurse Trav. You need to work."
"I said I would work from home." I retorted, not changing my mind. The decision had been taken.
She groaned. "It's not the same thing!!!" She held her head, looking in pain and I hated that.
"Lila, You are more important than work." I said seriously, shutting her up, hoping to end the conversation.
"Really?" She asked and blinked at me, as if she was surprised.
"Don't you know that already?" I asked, even feeling a little hurt.
"Yes I mean..." She shook her head, her words fading into silence.
"Then there's nothing left to talk about." I shrugged.
She nodded, "Thank you." She whispered. "Though I'm a terrible patient."
"I know it already." I groaned and she managed a tiny laugh.
"I'm getting dizzy." She admitted.
"You're going to get silly. Those pain pills make you sillier than you already are."
She smiled as she leaned back on the couch. "Lucky you." She teased.
"Colbie and Jax are coming over tomorrow." I said casually, changing the subject.
"With Will and Ruby?" She asked, looking on the verse of crying for some reason that I couldn't even imagine.
"Yes." I nodded. "Adam and Liz might come over with Rob and Poppy too."
"Oh that will be nice." She said, wincing as she leaned the wrong way.
I watched her and the pained expression on her face, hating this because there was only so much I could do. I could give her meds, take care of her, but I couldn't take away the pain and that made me feel a little helpless. "Baby." I told her softly, walking over her.
"I don't know how to sit, it hurts any way." She confessed in a mutter, looking genuinely annoyed.
"Let's get you into bed." I announced, sliding my arms under her body and picking her up carefully, treating her like the fragile thing she was now.
"I don't want to be alone in your bed." She protested and winced a little again as I walked up the stairs, carrying her.
"No one said you're going to be alone." I offered a small smirk then laid her on my bed, kissing her nose in the process.
She let out a frustrated sigh and I couldn't even imagine how hard it was being for her not being able to move freely, since she was usually a tornado. "I'm not comfortable in these clothes." She protested and I looked at her with a big ass grin on my face that made her chuckle. "Trav!"
I sighed too, "I know I know. We can't yet." I said, walking to my closet.
"Yeah don't remind me that please. As if this doesn't suck enough." She said from behind me, "Why are my clothes here?" She asked a second later.
"I knew you'd stay here so I took a few things." I shrugged nonchalantly as I grabbed one of my t-shirts and turned around, finding her eyes looking at me. "Just the basics. I promise I didn't go through your stuff." I added.
"I don't know if I'm really impressed or really annoyed." She pointed out slowly.
"Impressed, because I'm being so damn good." I told her, walking over her and undressing her slowly. I exposed every inch of her body, until she was wearing only a pair of panties, but what made my chest tighten wasn't her perfection...it was the big patch on her rib, the bruises and scratches on her pale skin.
"Don't look at me like that." She broke into my thoughts.
I didn't add a word and helped her into my t-shirt, still feeling that crippling fear of being so close to lose her. We had been so close.
"Travis." She said again in a scolding tone.
"Do you want to sleep?" I asked, ignoring her and sliding into the bed next to her.
"God no, I slept so much already." She muttered under her breath as she leaned against my side slowly.
I held her against me as carefully as usual, caressing her warm skin. "Okay then. Tell me what you want to do, anything is okay with me. Movie? Tv show? Pick something."
She glanced up at me, glaring. "What did you do to my boyfriend?"
"Nothing." I answered simply and cupped her jaw to kiss her lips softly, knowing I'd distract her.
Lila sunk into my kiss, just like she always did, like I knew she would, arching into my body as my hands pulled her closer. "You're so good to me." She whispered, holding my cheek.
"You're getting cheesy." I said in a low amused voice.
"You have no idea." She admitted with a laugh, leaning her head against my shoulders. "At least my arms can still move. I'll be able to paint." She sighed, even though we both knew moving her arms wasn't the same as it was.
"Oh so you want me to stay home while you still work." I teased and she glared at me.
"You're awful." She grabbed a pillow and thew it at me, but weakly since twisting her body was still difficult for her.
"Don't try to do to much Lil. Just relax and let your body heal." I told her simply.
"I hate relaxing." She admitted. "I like moving and working and going on runs and fucking her my boyfriend."
"You'll be back to all of that soon." I chuckled.
"Not soon enough." She grumbled.
"Well certainly not if you just pout the whole time." I replied, hoping that she'd stop with her attitude sooner than later because I only had so much patience and I didn't want to get annoyed.
"Okay fine. But you're going to have to up your movie game if I'm going to do nothing. Also I need books and magazines." She said in monotone.
"Just order them from the ipad." I replied, looking at her with a brow raised.
"Oh." She nodded. "Good idea. I'm guessing you brought my ipad here?"
I grinned and nodded. "I should be nice and not make you watch all the Mary Kate and Ashley movies."
I just stared at her, lost. "I have no idea what that means, but I'm guessing that I don't want to."
She laughed. "Fine you pick a movie."
"Any preference?" I asked as I got up to turn on my tv and grab the remote.
She shrugged, keeping her eyes on me. "Nope. You should take advantage of me not wanting to decide what to watch tonight." She said in a teasing voice.
I laid back on my bed, reaching for her body anchoring her to my side as I scanned the titles. "Okay. I'll give you three choices. Star Wars, Seven or Southpaw." I told her quietly, running my hand up and down her arm.
"I don't want to fall asleep, I don't want to have nightmares and I never heard of that one." She said back, getting comfortable against me.
"Southpaw it is then." I announced, not commenting her comments because it was pointless. And to be honest now that I had her back home, in my arms, I felt some tension leaving me and started feeling tired instead.
"Mhm." She muttered unintelligently, staring at the tv as the movie started. I did too, my breathing syncing to hers until our bodies heaved up and down together. "Oh my god Jake Gyllenhaal!!!" She exclaimed loudly, breaking the silence and almost giving me a heart attack.
"Good god Lil." I groaned.
She licked her lips, her eyes wide. "He's so hot. So my type. Actually, I think he's my fave." She went on as if I wasn't even there.
"I thought I was your fave instead." I pointed out flatly even though I wasn't surprised. We had already agreed in the past that I wasn't her type at all, but she wasn't mine either so it was just fair.
"You are in real life." She chucked. I didn't. She looked up at me, a big ass grin on her face. "Don't get jealous, you're my only love."
"Oh yeah thank god you're going to stay locked here or I'd risk to lose you over Jake Gyllenhaal." I rolled my eyes and pulled away from her to take my t-shirt off and tossing it somewhere on the floor.
It was her turn to groan this time. "Don't remind me I'm on bed rest." She protested and then scoffed. "Sure Travis, get half naked too. Make my life impossible."
"I was hot, you're like...boiling!" I said back then let out a chuckle because even though I could see her annoyance it was kind of cute too.
"You're always hot!!" Lila grumbled. "You know what wouldn't take a lot of effort on my part if we did it right? Blow jobs."
I widened my eyes and then laughed. "No Lil. Not until we talk to the doctors."
"You want to talk to my doctors about oral sex?" She questioned.
"Better than talking to you about it." I grumbled, shaking my head as I pulled her closer.
"I'm just saying I would barely have to move if we were in the right positions." She replied. "See if you-"
I put my hand over her mouth and she bit me playfully. "Shut up and watch the movie Lil."
"You want me to think about oral and Jake?" She teased and I shook my head.
"Sure." I retorted flatly.
"Really?"
"As long as you're happy and not trying to seduce me." I replied, sighing because she was being so hard to handle.
"Usually boyfriends like being seduced."
"Not when sex could rip their girlfriends stitches and put her back in the hospital."
She grumbled. "Whatever. At least the view is nice." She replied, looking at the large movie screen. "Mmm Jake and Travis." She smirked and giggled to herself.
"I don't even want to know what you're thinking." I glanced down at her.
"Oh please like you've never fantasied about another woman." She rolled her eyes.
"Who was the girl in that sappy movie we watched with Colbie and Jax?" I asked back, trying to remember her name but it was useless. I was bad with names.
"The notebook?" She aksed, scrunching up her face.
"Yeah." I grinned. "She was hot."
"She is hot." She agreed. "Maybe I should dye my hair red again."
"I like when your hair is red." I replied, even though I didn't care, I liked her no matter the color of her hair.
"Enough to go down on me?" She asked, teasing me as I groaned.
"Watch the movie stubborn woman."
She laughed and cuddled up against me. "Love you." She said softly.
"I know." I replied casually and got a punch in my side in return. "Hey! Careful or you'll get hurt!"
"That's not the point, you were supposed to get hurt." She said back seriously.
I raised one eyebrow at her slowly, "And how do you think you can do that? I mean, physically. But mostly, why would I deserve that?!"
She pouted, "Because I said I love you and you said you know it."
"But I do know it." I retorted like a smartass then kissed her forehead, "I love you too baby."
"Better." She muttered under her breath before adjusting her head back against my shoulder and watching the movie. "Do you fight like this too?" She asked after a moment.
"What do you mean?" I asked back, eyes on the screen as I studied that man's body. Damn he was big. I missed working out, but with Lila like this I couldn't find the time for anything else.
"I mean, you told me you fight sometimes. But I never fully understood what you exactly do and I never saw you either so I'm curious." She went on, "You're like...a boxer or something?"
I glanced down at her, smirking. "Baby, you wouldn't understand even if I explained you." I teased her.
"What?! I'm not stupid!" She protested, glaring at me too.
"That one!" I cut her off before she could add more, pointing at the sexy woman on the screen. "Damn she's hot. Those tits...damn." I muttered under my breath, appreciating the view.
"Excuse me?" Lila poked my abs with her bony finger.
"She's the one from the other movie too." I explained even though it was pretty obvious to me.
"Duh." She made a face, "Not what I meant. I'm more interested in what you find so intriguing about her breasts."
I shrugged, glancing at her quickly. "I mean, just look. They're nice. They look soft." I said honestly.
"And mine are not? Not big enough? Should I get new ones?" She asked, brow raised, polemic voice and everything.
"Nope. Yours are just perfect like they are. They fit my hands perfectly." I grinned at her, shifting on the bed to get more comfortable.
"Barely more likely." She replied flatly.
I grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it and smirking wider. "Perfectly." I repeated then kissed her before pulling back and being good again. Not even my thoughts could go there.
She let out a sigh. "I'm so not your type. I'm too skinny and you like your girls curvy and busty apparently."
"Drop it Lil." I said in monotone, giving my attention to the movie because she was talking nonsense.
"It's fine. You're too tall, buff and sexy for me anyways." Lila sighed.
I smirked. "You seem to handle it okay...but I'll try to tone the sex appeal down." I winked at her.
She rolled her eyes. "So humble."
I leaned over and kissed the crook of her neck. "You're perfect." I whispered, meaning it.
"Oh stop." She rolled her eyes again.
"Careful, you're body is already healing you don't want to break your eyes too."
She narrowed her gaze on me and I laughed. "What?!"
"Nothing you're just cute."
"Meh." She sighed. "Maybe I should get a boob job now so I can heal everything at once."
I scrunched up my face. "I don't like fake boobs."
"How come?"
I shrugged. "They feel fake."
"How many have you felt exactly?" She asked, folding her arms over her chest.
I pretended to think about it, furrowing my brows. "Well, every woman has two, so..." I counted on my fingers, taking my time but not to really count, to see how long would it take to Lila to get annoyed.
"God, you're the worst." She muttered and pushed me away before rolling over onto her side, wincing in the process.
"Baby, I was joking!" I told her, smirking.
"I'm not laughing." She retorted, making a point of ignoring me as she stared at nothing.
I spooned her carefully, pressing a kiss on her neck. "I wasn't counting..." I trailed off, cuddling her.
"Because they're too many?" She spat, still set on being annoyed and jealous which was kind of out of character for her. Maybe it was because of the meds or maybe she was hating to be on bed rest, maybe both.
I took a deep breath and nuzzled her neck, "I don't even remember any." I paused to turn her in my arms gently, "Don't be mad for nothing."
"Fine." She said flatly and looked at the tv screen.
I caressed her arm, loving to have her with me, against me, when I had been so close to lose her. My phone vibrated against my nightstand and I reached for it, reading the text and answering before setting it back on the wooden surface.
"Who was it?" She asked.
I raised one eyebrow and I was tempted to tell her she wasn't allowed to ask, but I couldn't do that when she was so weak. "Karlie."
"Is she trying to give me a reason to be mad for real?" She asked pointedly, looking up at me.
I shook my head. "She wanted to know how you were feeling, just that." I explained simply and kissed her forehead.
"What does that mean?" Lila snapped.
"It means she wanted to know how you were feeling." I said simply.
"Why? She never cared about my feelings before." She replied.
"You were in a car accident Lila, she's not heartless."
"Why the fuck would she know my business like that?" She asked.
"I-"
"You what? You were talking to your ex girlfriend while I was in a damn coma?!"
"Lila settle down." I ordered.
"Whatever." She sighed. "How I feel is none of her damn business. Neither is how you feel."
"Lila."
"I'm sorry Travis but I'm serious!"
"You didn't tell Riley that you're okay?" I fired back.
She rolled her eyes. "First off? That's different. He would know because he's friends with my brothers, and he's barely an ex-boyfriend."
I scoffed and shook my head. She always had an excuse for that idiot. "Sure."
"And secondly. No I haven't talked to Riley. I haven't had the time." She replied. "I will now though." She said under her breath.
"No you won't." I glared at her, pinning her down with my stare.
She narrowed her eyes on me in return. "You don't get to tell me what to do." She retorted as she set her hands on my chest to push me back a little. That was something I hated and she knew it.
"Lila. I'm not repeating myself." I said lowly, meaning it. I didn't even know why the thought of that guy irked me so much, but it did.
"So what, you get to talk to your ex and I can't talk to mine?" She spat back, feisty attitude back on and everything. She couldn't even act like this when she was so fucking fragile.
But I couldn't seem to stop myself and my damn mouth. "I thought you said he was, and I quote, barely an ex boyfriend." I fired back, using her words against her.
She rolled her eyes again, "I'm not going to change my mind."
"And I'm not either." I warned her. I knew we couldn't fight right now. This wasn't just going to happen, she was going to do what I told her to, end of the story.
"So just drop it." She replied in monotone.
"You didn't even know what happened." I argued once more because I knew I was right. I always was.
She raised one eyebrow slowly. "I don't even want to know." She challenged me.
"She tried to reach out to me but I wasn't answering my phone because you know I was with you the whole fucking time and I didn't give a shit about her or anyone else. But she called Jax, and that's how she found out about you." I told her candidly, I had nothing to hide. "When you woke up, I just texted her and that's it. Now stop fighting me."
"Ugh." Lila sighed, not really talking.
"Ugh?" I asked and she muttered unintelligently under her breath. "Was that an apology?" I smirked.
"It's the closest thing you'll get to one. Tell her to mind her own damn business."
"Or I could not talk to her at all. Like I just did." I replied, shooting her a pointed look.
"If this is how all of my recovering is going to go I hate it. I need to do more things than watch movies and fight with you. You'll end up hating me."
"I won't hate you." I shook my head.
"I'm frustrated." She sighed. "I hurt and those damn meds are fucking with me and I can't do anything!"
I pulled her gently into my body and kissed the top of her head. "It'll get better Lil."
"Thshisntwtyoosngupfor." She said into my chest. What?
"I'm sorry I don't speak muffled sad girl."
She pulled away and narrowed her eyes on me. It was as if she wanted to fight and any excuse would do. "This isn't what you signed up for." She whispered.
I softened. "Lila. I want to take care of you. You are mine and I will protect what's mine. Always."
She swallowed, my words hitting her hard. "Always?" She asked as I nodded and leaned in to kiss her before turning back to the movie. "I'm lucky." She said softly.
"Yep, you are." I agreed, keeping my eyes on the tv screen but tearing them away to move to Lila which was glaring at me. Again. Of course. "I'm just as lucky if not more." I added and smiled at her, meaning my words.
She finally seemed to be content with my answers but it lasted less than a second when a frown replaced her smile. "I hate this." She pouted.
I wrapped my arms around her to hold her against me, "The movie? We can pick another one." I offered even if I didn't really want to.
"No. I hate the situation." She muttered, set on being miserable apparently.
"You would've hated more to be dead I'm sure." I said calmly as I bore my eyes into her, wanting her to stop complaining because she had been lucky, for real. She pursed her lips together, blinking her eyes at me and looking at me like a fucking doe. I caved. "We've been here how long? A few hours? Give yourself some time to adjust baby. I'll do everything you want, just stop being so frustrated and impossible." I told her, being as nice and gentle as possible.
She let out a deep sigh. Then flinched, reminding to both of us of her stitches. "It hurts." She confessed in a small voice, not answering to my words.
Once again I found myself completely weakened by her pain and I adjusted myself on the bed so that I was cuddling her gently. "I wish I could take it away from you." I said honestly, my hand grabbing the remote to turn off the tv before dropping it somewhere and going back to Lila's body.
She smiled at me sweetly, her eyes tired and the fire from before extinguished. I wondered how long it'd last. "I'm fine." She whispered. "Do you think I can paint a little tomorrow? Could you go get my stuff and take it here?"
I nodded as I smiled back at her, finally happy with her mind-set. "Of course baby. Anything for you."
"Wise choice." I commented and smirked as I started the car, but my expression dropped when I noticed her body tensing and her eyes widening. It didn't take to be a therapist to get what was happening. My hand landed on her leg, squeezing it gently. "Baby you're safe with me."
"Just..." She trailed off, taking a deep breath and running her fingers through her hair. "Drive slow."
"I will." I promised as I did, even though it was getting to my nerves. I knew I had to though, for her. "I'm happy you're finally coming back home." I said after a moment, wanting her to focus on the good things.
"Me too." She agreed, nodding and even throwing me a small smile but her hands were twisting together. "I can't wait to be back to normal."
"Oh because we're usually so normal, uh?" I smirked at her, trying to make the moment light.
She chuckled. "Our normal. Even if it's not that normal." She joked herself and seemed to relax a little. "Where's my phone?" She asked a second later.
I shrugged, "I have no idea." I told her, guessing it got lost in the accident or something. "But I blocked it, got you a new one with the same old number. It's home, waiting for you."
"I had all my photos and contacts on it. I can't believe I lost them all." She sighed, looking genuinely bummed and I bit my tongue not to point out that what was important was her being alive.
I parked in front of my house, "Don't worry, they're all on your new phone." I reassured her and she just stared at me. "What?"
"You don't have my passwords." She pointed out slowly.
"Baby, I work at Apple." I grinned at her before getting out of the car and walking to her side to open her door. "I didn't get through your stuff I promise." I said as I picked her up gently to carry her inside.
"You better and what are we, just married?! I can walk Trav." She glared at me again.
"No arguing Lila." I told her seriously and I knew by the look on her gorgeous face she was still weak and tired, even if she'd never admit it.
Lila sighed and let me carry her into my place, setting her on the couch and handing her a brand new phone. "I had the iphone 5 before."
"And now you have the 6 Plus. Perks of dating me."
She smirked. "It's huge." She commented. "I don't have huge hands like you."
I laughed. "Yes but you do use your phone like it's a lifeline. This will make it easier."
She shrugged and thumbed through all her pictures. "Thanks baby." She said softly.
"Do you need anything?" I asked her, watching her closely.
"Coffee." She replied seriously, leaning back and wincing. She just couldn't accept the fact that she had to rest and stay still.
"How about water instead?" I offered. She glared at me as if I was being awful to her. "You shouldn't have caffiene with your pain meds."
She sighed. "This is the worst." She grumbled. "Why didn't we go to my place? I need my things if you're going to insist on taking care of me."
"I'll go get anything you need baby." I said simply, dismissing the subject already because I had everything planned on my mind. "Are you in pain? Do you need more meds?"
She shook her head. "No they make me silly."
I laughed. "You've always been silly." I pointed out and she threw a couch pillow at me as I narrowed my eyes even though I was still smiling. "Don't be bad." I warned her.
"Why will you spank me?" She asked smirking and wiggling as she thought about that.
"No Lil, no spanks for a while I'm afraid." I said as I tried not to sigh. So far I had only thought about the part where I made sure that Lila was alive and well, then there had been the part where I had made a list of things I needed to do to take care of her...but I had left sex out of the picture. I didn't know if and when it'd be okay to have sex with her again, I was too worried to hurt her right now since she was so weak. But surely I missed being inside of her.
She rolled her eyes and looked annoyed. "Why not Travis." She stared at me.
I raised one eyebrow at her. "Guess." I told her before heading to the kitchen, coming back a moment later with her glass of water.
"Listen Trav. I know I've been through a lot and I just got out of the hospital but I don't want to be treated like I'm made of thin glass and I might break any moment." She said seriously before sipping her water.
"Lila, you almost died." I reminded her because I didn't need any reminder of that, I could still feel the scare if I thought about it.
She closed her eyes, "I don't want you to be different with me." She went on stubbornly.
I sat next to her, reaching for her hand. "I'm not. Just...you need special care for a while, is that so bad?" I asked, hoping I was pushing the right buttons.
She shrugged. "Maybe." She pursed her lips together. "But what about when you'll be working? Will I be allowed to walk? Can I go to the bathroom? Or will you call a babysitter?"
I groaned this time, wishing she could understand what the situation was. "I'm not going to work for a while." I told her. I had thought about it and that solved every problem. I didn't want anyone else to take care of her, and I'd be too worried to leave her alone so there was really no other choice.
"What do you mean?" Lila asked, blinking back at me.
"I'm taking some vacation days...working from home." I explained quietly, gauging her reaction.
She shook her head. "Travis you can't do that." She said seriously.
I shot a serious look her way. "Lila." I warned her.
"I mean it. You love working. If you stop just to take care of her then you'll resent me and that asshole who rammed his car into me WILL have killed me because I would hate myself if I did that to you."
"That's a little dramatic." I pointed out with a snort.
"You're not a nurse Trav. You need to work."
"I said I would work from home." I retorted, not changing my mind. The decision had been taken.
She groaned. "It's not the same thing!!!" She held her head, looking in pain and I hated that.
"Lila, You are more important than work." I said seriously, shutting her up, hoping to end the conversation.
"Really?" She asked and blinked at me, as if she was surprised.
"Don't you know that already?" I asked, even feeling a little hurt.
"Yes I mean..." She shook her head, her words fading into silence.
"Then there's nothing left to talk about." I shrugged.
She nodded, "Thank you." She whispered. "Though I'm a terrible patient."
"I know it already." I groaned and she managed a tiny laugh.
"I'm getting dizzy." She admitted.
"You're going to get silly. Those pain pills make you sillier than you already are."
She smiled as she leaned back on the couch. "Lucky you." She teased.
"Colbie and Jax are coming over tomorrow." I said casually, changing the subject.
"With Will and Ruby?" She asked, looking on the verse of crying for some reason that I couldn't even imagine.
"Yes." I nodded. "Adam and Liz might come over with Rob and Poppy too."
"Oh that will be nice." She said, wincing as she leaned the wrong way.
I watched her and the pained expression on her face, hating this because there was only so much I could do. I could give her meds, take care of her, but I couldn't take away the pain and that made me feel a little helpless. "Baby." I told her softly, walking over her.
"I don't know how to sit, it hurts any way." She confessed in a mutter, looking genuinely annoyed.
"Let's get you into bed." I announced, sliding my arms under her body and picking her up carefully, treating her like the fragile thing she was now.
"I don't want to be alone in your bed." She protested and winced a little again as I walked up the stairs, carrying her.
"No one said you're going to be alone." I offered a small smirk then laid her on my bed, kissing her nose in the process.
She let out a frustrated sigh and I couldn't even imagine how hard it was being for her not being able to move freely, since she was usually a tornado. "I'm not comfortable in these clothes." She protested and I looked at her with a big ass grin on my face that made her chuckle. "Trav!"
I sighed too, "I know I know. We can't yet." I said, walking to my closet.
"Yeah don't remind me that please. As if this doesn't suck enough." She said from behind me, "Why are my clothes here?" She asked a second later.
"I knew you'd stay here so I took a few things." I shrugged nonchalantly as I grabbed one of my t-shirts and turned around, finding her eyes looking at me. "Just the basics. I promise I didn't go through your stuff." I added.
"I don't know if I'm really impressed or really annoyed." She pointed out slowly.
"Impressed, because I'm being so damn good." I told her, walking over her and undressing her slowly. I exposed every inch of her body, until she was wearing only a pair of panties, but what made my chest tighten wasn't her perfection...it was the big patch on her rib, the bruises and scratches on her pale skin.
"Don't look at me like that." She broke into my thoughts.
I didn't add a word and helped her into my t-shirt, still feeling that crippling fear of being so close to lose her. We had been so close.
"Travis." She said again in a scolding tone.
"Do you want to sleep?" I asked, ignoring her and sliding into the bed next to her.
"God no, I slept so much already." She muttered under her breath as she leaned against my side slowly.
I held her against me as carefully as usual, caressing her warm skin. "Okay then. Tell me what you want to do, anything is okay with me. Movie? Tv show? Pick something."
She glanced up at me, glaring. "What did you do to my boyfriend?"
"Nothing." I answered simply and cupped her jaw to kiss her lips softly, knowing I'd distract her.
Lila sunk into my kiss, just like she always did, like I knew she would, arching into my body as my hands pulled her closer. "You're so good to me." She whispered, holding my cheek.
"You're getting cheesy." I said in a low amused voice.
"You have no idea." She admitted with a laugh, leaning her head against my shoulders. "At least my arms can still move. I'll be able to paint." She sighed, even though we both knew moving her arms wasn't the same as it was.
"Oh so you want me to stay home while you still work." I teased and she glared at me.
"You're awful." She grabbed a pillow and thew it at me, but weakly since twisting her body was still difficult for her.
"Don't try to do to much Lil. Just relax and let your body heal." I told her simply.
"I hate relaxing." She admitted. "I like moving and working and going on runs and fucking her my boyfriend."
"You'll be back to all of that soon." I chuckled.
"Not soon enough." She grumbled.
"Well certainly not if you just pout the whole time." I replied, hoping that she'd stop with her attitude sooner than later because I only had so much patience and I didn't want to get annoyed.
"Okay fine. But you're going to have to up your movie game if I'm going to do nothing. Also I need books and magazines." She said in monotone.
"Just order them from the ipad." I replied, looking at her with a brow raised.
"Oh." She nodded. "Good idea. I'm guessing you brought my ipad here?"
I grinned and nodded. "I should be nice and not make you watch all the Mary Kate and Ashley movies."
I just stared at her, lost. "I have no idea what that means, but I'm guessing that I don't want to."
She laughed. "Fine you pick a movie."
"Any preference?" I asked as I got up to turn on my tv and grab the remote.
She shrugged, keeping her eyes on me. "Nope. You should take advantage of me not wanting to decide what to watch tonight." She said in a teasing voice.
I laid back on my bed, reaching for her body anchoring her to my side as I scanned the titles. "Okay. I'll give you three choices. Star Wars, Seven or Southpaw." I told her quietly, running my hand up and down her arm.
"I don't want to fall asleep, I don't want to have nightmares and I never heard of that one." She said back, getting comfortable against me.
"Southpaw it is then." I announced, not commenting her comments because it was pointless. And to be honest now that I had her back home, in my arms, I felt some tension leaving me and started feeling tired instead.
"Mhm." She muttered unintelligently, staring at the tv as the movie started. I did too, my breathing syncing to hers until our bodies heaved up and down together. "Oh my god Jake Gyllenhaal!!!" She exclaimed loudly, breaking the silence and almost giving me a heart attack.
"Good god Lil." I groaned.
She licked her lips, her eyes wide. "He's so hot. So my type. Actually, I think he's my fave." She went on as if I wasn't even there.
"I thought I was your fave instead." I pointed out flatly even though I wasn't surprised. We had already agreed in the past that I wasn't her type at all, but she wasn't mine either so it was just fair.
"You are in real life." She chucked. I didn't. She looked up at me, a big ass grin on her face. "Don't get jealous, you're my only love."
"Oh yeah thank god you're going to stay locked here or I'd risk to lose you over Jake Gyllenhaal." I rolled my eyes and pulled away from her to take my t-shirt off and tossing it somewhere on the floor.
It was her turn to groan this time. "Don't remind me I'm on bed rest." She protested and then scoffed. "Sure Travis, get half naked too. Make my life impossible."
"I was hot, you're like...boiling!" I said back then let out a chuckle because even though I could see her annoyance it was kind of cute too.
"You're always hot!!" Lila grumbled. "You know what wouldn't take a lot of effort on my part if we did it right? Blow jobs."
I widened my eyes and then laughed. "No Lil. Not until we talk to the doctors."
"You want to talk to my doctors about oral sex?" She questioned.
"Better than talking to you about it." I grumbled, shaking my head as I pulled her closer.
"I'm just saying I would barely have to move if we were in the right positions." She replied. "See if you-"
I put my hand over her mouth and she bit me playfully. "Shut up and watch the movie Lil."
"You want me to think about oral and Jake?" She teased and I shook my head.
"Sure." I retorted flatly.
"Really?"
"As long as you're happy and not trying to seduce me." I replied, sighing because she was being so hard to handle.
"Usually boyfriends like being seduced."
"Not when sex could rip their girlfriends stitches and put her back in the hospital."
She grumbled. "Whatever. At least the view is nice." She replied, looking at the large movie screen. "Mmm Jake and Travis." She smirked and giggled to herself.
"I don't even want to know what you're thinking." I glanced down at her.
"Oh please like you've never fantasied about another woman." She rolled her eyes.
"Who was the girl in that sappy movie we watched with Colbie and Jax?" I asked back, trying to remember her name but it was useless. I was bad with names.
"The notebook?" She aksed, scrunching up her face.
"Yeah." I grinned. "She was hot."
"She is hot." She agreed. "Maybe I should dye my hair red again."
"I like when your hair is red." I replied, even though I didn't care, I liked her no matter the color of her hair.
"Enough to go down on me?" She asked, teasing me as I groaned.
"Watch the movie stubborn woman."
She laughed and cuddled up against me. "Love you." She said softly.
"I know." I replied casually and got a punch in my side in return. "Hey! Careful or you'll get hurt!"
"That's not the point, you were supposed to get hurt." She said back seriously.
I raised one eyebrow at her slowly, "And how do you think you can do that? I mean, physically. But mostly, why would I deserve that?!"
She pouted, "Because I said I love you and you said you know it."
"But I do know it." I retorted like a smartass then kissed her forehead, "I love you too baby."
"Better." She muttered under her breath before adjusting her head back against my shoulder and watching the movie. "Do you fight like this too?" She asked after a moment.
"What do you mean?" I asked back, eyes on the screen as I studied that man's body. Damn he was big. I missed working out, but with Lila like this I couldn't find the time for anything else.
"I mean, you told me you fight sometimes. But I never fully understood what you exactly do and I never saw you either so I'm curious." She went on, "You're like...a boxer or something?"
I glanced down at her, smirking. "Baby, you wouldn't understand even if I explained you." I teased her.
"What?! I'm not stupid!" She protested, glaring at me too.
"That one!" I cut her off before she could add more, pointing at the sexy woman on the screen. "Damn she's hot. Those tits...damn." I muttered under my breath, appreciating the view.
"Excuse me?" Lila poked my abs with her bony finger.
"She's the one from the other movie too." I explained even though it was pretty obvious to me.
"Duh." She made a face, "Not what I meant. I'm more interested in what you find so intriguing about her breasts."
I shrugged, glancing at her quickly. "I mean, just look. They're nice. They look soft." I said honestly.
"And mine are not? Not big enough? Should I get new ones?" She asked, brow raised, polemic voice and everything.
"Nope. Yours are just perfect like they are. They fit my hands perfectly." I grinned at her, shifting on the bed to get more comfortable.
"Barely more likely." She replied flatly.
I grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it and smirking wider. "Perfectly." I repeated then kissed her before pulling back and being good again. Not even my thoughts could go there.
She let out a sigh. "I'm so not your type. I'm too skinny and you like your girls curvy and busty apparently."
"Drop it Lil." I said in monotone, giving my attention to the movie because she was talking nonsense.
"It's fine. You're too tall, buff and sexy for me anyways." Lila sighed.
I smirked. "You seem to handle it okay...but I'll try to tone the sex appeal down." I winked at her.
She rolled her eyes. "So humble."
I leaned over and kissed the crook of her neck. "You're perfect." I whispered, meaning it.
"Oh stop." She rolled her eyes again.
"Careful, you're body is already healing you don't want to break your eyes too."
She narrowed her gaze on me and I laughed. "What?!"
"Nothing you're just cute."
"Meh." She sighed. "Maybe I should get a boob job now so I can heal everything at once."
I scrunched up my face. "I don't like fake boobs."
"How come?"
I shrugged. "They feel fake."
"How many have you felt exactly?" She asked, folding her arms over her chest.
I pretended to think about it, furrowing my brows. "Well, every woman has two, so..." I counted on my fingers, taking my time but not to really count, to see how long would it take to Lila to get annoyed.
"God, you're the worst." She muttered and pushed me away before rolling over onto her side, wincing in the process.
"Baby, I was joking!" I told her, smirking.
"I'm not laughing." She retorted, making a point of ignoring me as she stared at nothing.
I spooned her carefully, pressing a kiss on her neck. "I wasn't counting..." I trailed off, cuddling her.
"Because they're too many?" She spat, still set on being annoyed and jealous which was kind of out of character for her. Maybe it was because of the meds or maybe she was hating to be on bed rest, maybe both.
I took a deep breath and nuzzled her neck, "I don't even remember any." I paused to turn her in my arms gently, "Don't be mad for nothing."
"Fine." She said flatly and looked at the tv screen.
I caressed her arm, loving to have her with me, against me, when I had been so close to lose her. My phone vibrated against my nightstand and I reached for it, reading the text and answering before setting it back on the wooden surface.
"Who was it?" She asked.
I raised one eyebrow and I was tempted to tell her she wasn't allowed to ask, but I couldn't do that when she was so weak. "Karlie."
"Is she trying to give me a reason to be mad for real?" She asked pointedly, looking up at me.
I shook my head. "She wanted to know how you were feeling, just that." I explained simply and kissed her forehead.
"What does that mean?" Lila snapped.
"It means she wanted to know how you were feeling." I said simply.
"Why? She never cared about my feelings before." She replied.
"You were in a car accident Lila, she's not heartless."
"Why the fuck would she know my business like that?" She asked.
"I-"
"You what? You were talking to your ex girlfriend while I was in a damn coma?!"
"Lila settle down." I ordered.
"Whatever." She sighed. "How I feel is none of her damn business. Neither is how you feel."
"Lila."
"I'm sorry Travis but I'm serious!"
"You didn't tell Riley that you're okay?" I fired back.
She rolled her eyes. "First off? That's different. He would know because he's friends with my brothers, and he's barely an ex-boyfriend."
I scoffed and shook my head. She always had an excuse for that idiot. "Sure."
"And secondly. No I haven't talked to Riley. I haven't had the time." She replied. "I will now though." She said under her breath.
"No you won't." I glared at her, pinning her down with my stare.
She narrowed her eyes on me in return. "You don't get to tell me what to do." She retorted as she set her hands on my chest to push me back a little. That was something I hated and she knew it.
"Lila. I'm not repeating myself." I said lowly, meaning it. I didn't even know why the thought of that guy irked me so much, but it did.
"So what, you get to talk to your ex and I can't talk to mine?" She spat back, feisty attitude back on and everything. She couldn't even act like this when she was so fucking fragile.
But I couldn't seem to stop myself and my damn mouth. "I thought you said he was, and I quote, barely an ex boyfriend." I fired back, using her words against her.
She rolled her eyes again, "I'm not going to change my mind."
"And I'm not either." I warned her. I knew we couldn't fight right now. This wasn't just going to happen, she was going to do what I told her to, end of the story.
"So just drop it." She replied in monotone.
"You didn't even know what happened." I argued once more because I knew I was right. I always was.
She raised one eyebrow slowly. "I don't even want to know." She challenged me.
"She tried to reach out to me but I wasn't answering my phone because you know I was with you the whole fucking time and I didn't give a shit about her or anyone else. But she called Jax, and that's how she found out about you." I told her candidly, I had nothing to hide. "When you woke up, I just texted her and that's it. Now stop fighting me."
"Ugh." Lila sighed, not really talking.
"Ugh?" I asked and she muttered unintelligently under her breath. "Was that an apology?" I smirked.
"It's the closest thing you'll get to one. Tell her to mind her own damn business."
"Or I could not talk to her at all. Like I just did." I replied, shooting her a pointed look.
"If this is how all of my recovering is going to go I hate it. I need to do more things than watch movies and fight with you. You'll end up hating me."
"I won't hate you." I shook my head.
"I'm frustrated." She sighed. "I hurt and those damn meds are fucking with me and I can't do anything!"
I pulled her gently into my body and kissed the top of her head. "It'll get better Lil."
"Thshisntwtyoosngupfor." She said into my chest. What?
"I'm sorry I don't speak muffled sad girl."
She pulled away and narrowed her eyes on me. It was as if she wanted to fight and any excuse would do. "This isn't what you signed up for." She whispered.
I softened. "Lila. I want to take care of you. You are mine and I will protect what's mine. Always."
She swallowed, my words hitting her hard. "Always?" She asked as I nodded and leaned in to kiss her before turning back to the movie. "I'm lucky." She said softly.
"Yep, you are." I agreed, keeping my eyes on the tv screen but tearing them away to move to Lila which was glaring at me. Again. Of course. "I'm just as lucky if not more." I added and smiled at her, meaning my words.
She finally seemed to be content with my answers but it lasted less than a second when a frown replaced her smile. "I hate this." She pouted.
I wrapped my arms around her to hold her against me, "The movie? We can pick another one." I offered even if I didn't really want to.
"No. I hate the situation." She muttered, set on being miserable apparently.
"You would've hated more to be dead I'm sure." I said calmly as I bore my eyes into her, wanting her to stop complaining because she had been lucky, for real. She pursed her lips together, blinking her eyes at me and looking at me like a fucking doe. I caved. "We've been here how long? A few hours? Give yourself some time to adjust baby. I'll do everything you want, just stop being so frustrated and impossible." I told her, being as nice and gentle as possible.
She let out a deep sigh. Then flinched, reminding to both of us of her stitches. "It hurts." She confessed in a small voice, not answering to my words.
Once again I found myself completely weakened by her pain and I adjusted myself on the bed so that I was cuddling her gently. "I wish I could take it away from you." I said honestly, my hand grabbing the remote to turn off the tv before dropping it somewhere and going back to Lila's body.
She smiled at me sweetly, her eyes tired and the fire from before extinguished. I wondered how long it'd last. "I'm fine." She whispered. "Do you think I can paint a little tomorrow? Could you go get my stuff and take it here?"
I nodded as I smiled back at her, finally happy with her mind-set. "Of course baby. Anything for you."
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