Rian POV

When I woke up, I was in a cold room, metal bars before the window. I was laying on a hard bench and I had a massive headache. I blurrily remembered yesterdays happpenings, groaning loudly. I touched my face, instantly recoiling because of the pain. Jack had done this to me. But why? I couldn’t remember anything before the punching.


Alex POV

I woke up around ten a.m. the next day. I turned around, being comforted by the fact that Jack was next to me. I felt cold. I crawled closer to Jack, warming my icy limbs on his warm body.
I refused to remember the day before. I had built a wall around the events, not letting anything out. I was not going to think about it, ever. If this was what it took for me to be a bit more normal, I was going to do it.

My wounds protested when I tried to snuggle even closer to Jack. I also felt the need to pee. So I stood up, even though I still wasn’t supposed to do so without Jack’s supervision. My eyesight got a little blurred, but apart from that, I seemed to be fine. I stumbled to the bathroom, still half asleep, took my medication and had a wee.

After I had done all this, a sudden nausea overcame me. I tried to be as quiet as possible to not wake up Jack, knowing that my being sick would probably trigger him, and I wanted to avoid that at any cost. But it didn’t work. After about 2 minutes of throwing up, Jack was by my side, asking if he could help me and being probably the cutest ever.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I was finished. I looked up to Jack, to see if he was triggered, and he was. He was almost crying, his eyes black and rimmed red, very pale and clenching his fists.

“Jay, I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened, I suddenly felt sick and I’m sorry…” – “It’s not your fault, Alex. I think we should both snuggle up on our bed and do our best to distract me. I saw we have a huge flat-screen-TV…?”

“Zack actually brought some of his favourite films from the bus as well, we might watch some. And I heard the hotel has great room service and I need to be cared for, if you’d like to, baby dandelion.”

I tried my best to smile, and Jack seemed to fall for it, as he half-smiled too and let me tug him to the bed, where we cuddled up under the fluffy blankets, me in Jacks strong arms, tangling our legs together.

Notes

I know this is short and not that good, but I am not feeling too well myself at the moment, please forgive me.

I hope you all are fine though! What are you favourite films? :3

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-Laura