She's the One [JJ x Reader]

Did it Hurt?

TW: mentions of a GSW and blood

September 15, 2020
I can finally get the hell out of here. I was standing at the edge of my bed, back facing the door, while packing up anything of mine that was brought into the room— books, laptop, a puzzle, etc— and some medical items that I was required to take with me. I had a wrap around my shoulder that needs to be changed once a day for the next week. It goes under my armpit and around my back to cover both wounds, it's very uncomfortable.

I turned around when I heard JJ say something in the doorway, "Nice ass, Y/N," I looked behind my back and realized my hospital gown was open and then remembered I was only wearing my boy-shorts underneath.

I winked at her, "Thanks, it's my best feature"

"You almost ready to go?"

"Yeah just gotta get dressed but I think I've finished packing everything."

"Do you need any help getting dressed?"

Trying to be independent, I responded "No, I think I got this," I grabbed my clothes and headed into the bathroom to change. I quickly realized I don't got this. "Uh... Jayje?"

She called out to me from her chair in my room, "You need help, don't you?"

I sighed, "Yeah." I heard her get up and jog over, pushing open the door to the bathroom that was already slightly ajar. My boy-shorts were the only garment on my body. "I can't move my arm... so..." She walked over to me and grabbed my bra from the pile of clothes first. She did her best to carefully work my arm through the strap, trying to avoid raising or pulling my shoulder too much. I winced whenever there was a little pain.

"I'm sorry, I know it hurts... There." She hooked my bra in place and kissed the back of my neck, "You okay, baby?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm good. We just have to go slow." One step at a time, JJ and I successfully got me dressed and ready to go home. She signed my discharge papers and we packed everything I needed into the car. We drove in comfortable silence for a minute or two until I spoke up, "We uh... We're gonna talk about what happened, right? To each other, I mean."

JJ took a deep breath, "Yeah, I think that's best." Agreeing to discuss it at home, we continued the drive in peace and quiet. Once I unlocked the front door, it all came rushing back to me. The crime scene had been cleaned up, so there was no physical evidence left to jog my memory, but something inside of me was still reminded of the events that had unfolded just a few days ago in the space where I was currently standing. JJ put her hand on my lower back and I gasped. She gently whispered in my ear, "Hey, heyyy. It's over. We're home safely, just you and me. There's no one else here. Go sit down, baby." I kicked my shoes off and laid horizontally on the couch, my head resting against the pillow that was propped against the arm. I had my eyes closed but quickly opened them when I felt pressure on my lap. JJ brought a blanket to drape over us and laid herself in between my legs, her head resting on my stomach just under my breasts. She talked first. "You were scared, weren't you?"

I sighed, "Yeah... Yeah, I was. I thought he was gonna shoot you, I really did. And—And I didn't know what I could do."

"Do you wanna tell me who he was?"

"My ex-boyfriend. I dated him for, pfft, three months right after I moved here."

"Wait 'til Emily hears you've dated a guy, I think she might disown you." That helped lighten the mood a little bit, but JJ brought it back down, "Did you ever suspect that he'd do anything like that?"

"No, never. When I ended it with him he got a little... hostile. But I put it passed me and I thought he did, too. I was wrong, obviously," I was afraid to ask what I said next, "I know I was only gone for a minute or two but in that time did he... he didn't... touch you.. or anything, right?"

"No! No, don't worry about that, baby."

"I am, well I was. I know I walked away with physical wounds but you're the one who was held at gunpoint— that leaves emotional wounds. Sometimes those are actually harder to heal. How are you? Really?"

"I had faith in you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I trusted you to talk him down. I was still scared shitless but also weirdly... calm?" I relaxed a little at hearing that, "And then I was scared again when you were lying on our kitchen floor in a pool of your own blood. But you're okay. And I'm okay. And he's dead. That's enough comfort for me." She smiled at me and I could tell it was genuine, I could tell she wasn't scared anymore. After pulling her up so her head was even with mine, JJ leaned in and our lips molded together in the softest kiss we've ever shared. She placed her hand under my back and pushed me into her a little harder. After about a minute, she let go and moved away.

As her lips left mine and I pulled away, I let out an "Ow."

"Oh, shit, did that hurt, Y/N?"

"A little, but it was worth it." She booped my nose and got up from the couch to go into the kitchen. I took this opportunity to glance at the clock, 10:18 pm. JJ walked passed me, holding the bag we brought home from the hospital, and making her way into our bedroom. I heard some fumbling around in there and then saw her come back over to where I was laying on the couch. She walked up next to me and held both her hands out.

"C'mon, up. We're changing the bandage on your shoulder and then going to sleep, baby."

I groaned as I stood up, using her hands as leverage, "Sleep? It's practically still the afternoon!?"

"I don't care, you need to rest so you can heal. So stop whining." I made peace with the fact that I was going to be under JJ's command for the next couple days. Secretly, I didn't mind. It always felt nice to be taken care of, especially by her. Once we were both in our bathroom, I leaned against the counter and saw that she had laid out all the materials— gauze, alcohol, ointment, etc. "Ready?" I nodded. JJ carefully unwound the old gauze that was around my shoulder. When it was off, she examined both sides of my wound. I could tell she was worried.

"Babe, I'm fine. It's my shoulder."

She started to sniffle, "D-Didn't it hurt, though?"

"Getting shot? Yes, getting shot hurt." She chuckled a little bit through tears that were welling up. "I'm tough, though. It wasn't so bad." She pinched above where I got stitched up. "Ow! What happened to the sympathy?"

"I found your bravado too cliché." She redressed my shoulder and my back with the dressing the hospital gave us. We made out for a minute or two while waiting for it to dry. Once she was satisfied with the dampness of my skin, she wrapped a couple layers of gauze over my shoulder, down to my armpit, and back up around my back. She helped me get changed into my PJs and climb into bed. Even though it was early, she didn't want me to lie in there alone so she put on her PJs as well and joined me. She snuggled into my side, where my good arm was, and we fell asleep cuddled next to each other with the occasional forehead kiss. Hopefully by next week I'll be cleared for some more exciting activity.

✰A/N- stay with me bruvs the next chapter has smut i promise 😩