You Learn To Live Without || Chenzel Story

53. "I'm sorry for being stubborn"

KRISTINS POV

I look up from my book as I hear Idina stir next to me. As soon as she moves a sharp sound comes from her mouth and she cramps in pain. "Let me get your painkillers" I say as I jump up from the bed. I quickly get the pills, fill a glass of water and make my way back to the bed. "Sit up for me darling" I gently bring out as I support her. "Slowly" I say as she tries to support herself with her arms. I hand her the pills and the glass of water and then place my arm gently across her back to keep her straight. She swallows the pills and I take the empty glass of water to put it on her nightstand. "How bad is the pain" I ask carefully before giving her a proper morning kiss. "It feels like someone pulled my rib out of my body and shoved it back hoping that it is in the right place" she groans and I can't help but chuckle. "It's not funny" she scoffs giving me a look. "I know honey, I'm just glad that you're still you" I smile while leaning in for a kiss. She leans back giving me another look. I smile stopping for a second before making a quick move and kissing her lips. "I hate you" she states but I can see the twinkle in her eyes so just nod. "Sure you do" I say before turning around to go to the kitchen. "I'm going to make pancakes"

"Kris, can you put my hair in a ponytail" Idinas soft voice sounds suprisingly close so I turn around to find her standing in the kitchen. She is wearing nothing but an oversize flanel she once bought in sale. "Why are you not in bed?" I state but I soften as I see her akwardly looking down. "Dee, I know you don't like staying in bed. But I need you to be resting, I don't want you to be in pain" I softly let out as I walk close to her. She looks up and for a moment she wavers and I step closer to support her body again. "I know, I'm sorry I just wanted to get up" she tiredly lets out. The morfine of yesterday and painkillers are taking her energy, but knowing Idina she will be stubborn about it and try to hide is. "Are you okay with sitting down at the bar so I can finish making breakfast and we can eat it bed?" I suggest and she nods. "And yes I an put your hair in a ponytail" I smile while watching her slowly get down on a kitchen stool. She hands me her hairtie and I gently brush my fingers through her thick hair. She whimpers softly as I pull up her hair but she relaxes soon after. "Are you okay?" I check and she nods. I twist her hair into a ponytail and then press a kiss on her cheek before turning back to the pancakes I was making.

We indeed end up eating breakfast in bed but I mainly just watch her eat. I watch her face as she takes a bite. I watch all her features cramp a little as she feels the sudden pain. I watch her hands as she slowly moves. I watch her move her hair out of her face behind her ear. I watch every inche of her body, just taking it in. "You're staring" she blushes snapping me back to reality. "I am indeed" I confess with a small smile. "Don't tell me I look beautiful now because I know you were going to do that. And I most certainly don't look beautiful right now" she lets out while fiddling her fingers. "Dee, look at me" I state and she slowly looks into my eyes. "Yes I was going to say you look beautiful, because I still think you are beautiful. I will always think you are beautiful whatever happens and however you look. Because I love you. I love the I just woke up I'm in my pjs you. I love the ugly crying you. I love the I'm mad at you so I'm going to ignore you you. And I love the I just fell through a trapdoor and I am high on morfine you. I love all of you" I smile making her roll her eyes. "Which by the way, you on morfine is something else" I chuckle before kissing her cheek. "What did I do? Did they take pictures, please tell me they didn't take pictures" she begs and I give her a look. "Oh fucking hell" she groans as she hides her face in her hands. "How bad are they?" she mumbles from behind her hands. "You look uhmm.... let's say interesting" I let out before showing her the picture. She is sitting in the wheelchair still stained green wrapped in a blanket. You can see parts of the scrubpants and the ugly sneakers are showing from under the blanket. The picture was taken right before we went in to the taxi. "Oh shoot me" she scoffs pushing the picture away from herself. "I hate them.." she mumbles more to herself that to me. "Oh by the way Joe called to ask how you were doing. They've been worried sick since last night." I tell her and she just looks at me. I can see at the look on her face that she is thinking so I remain silence. "I want to go tonight" she states and I just stare at her. "As in go to the theatre?" I bring out not even slightly hiding the suprise in my voice. She just nods but does not look at me. "Are you insane? You fractured your lower rib Idina what expect you to do? Defy gravity again?!" I spit out not filtering all the emotions i'm feeling causing her to look at me. "Please dee think about you for one time" I whisper gently taking her hand. "What if I just stop by for the last scene. I can manage the pain if I take my painmeds." she speaks after a few moments of silence. I remain silence for a few moments thinking this over. If I push her into not doing it she will feel sorry for her fans, but she can rest. And If I let her do this she will push all of her boundries, but she will have closure. "Kris, I will be fine. It's atleast 10 minutes and you can watch me the entire time" I just look her in the eyes. "Why are you so stubborn.." I finally let out. "Well you said you loved all of me, so that includes the stubborn me" she fires back with a smile. "Okay that back fired, but no complaining about pain afterward because you're going to deal with that yourself"