Finding our way back- Kenma X reader

Aftermath

      The next morning you awoke in your own hospital room. They must have moved you there after you blacked out with Kenma. Experimentally, you sit up wiggling your fingers and toes. You feel blissfully light and airy, must be the medication. After a moment  of rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you reach over to the bedside table and grab your phone. It's awkward to hold it with your non-dominate hand but you don't really have a choice. With much difficulty you enter the password and head in to yours and Kenma's private messages.

     "Hey, I got out an hour ago so I'll go home then come see you." You read the text over again grateful Kenma was already being discharged.

    You shoot him an "Okay" back as your mom comes in with a try of canned fruit and once frozen pastries. 

"Oh your awake, how are you feeling?" 

    "Light" you sigh relaxing into the comfort of your fuzzy blanket, the one your parents had brought you. 

     She chuckles and places the tray in front of you, picking up the fork and placing it in your hand, urging you to eat. Obliging you stab through a piece of cantaloupe and shove it into your mouth. It's not fresh, that's for certain but it's fruit and there's no going wrong there. The pastries however are dry, flavourless and made you long for the sweet treats Kenma's mom baked. 

    Later that day you were discharged with strict instructions not to do anything that involved screens, eye strain, or anything that would put stress on your brain which of course meant no school. You would be stuck at home with nothing to do for a week. Kenma had come to see you an hour before you left so he was taking the car ride home along with you in the back seat. The days events had tired you in your weak state and you didn't hold back from cuddling into the familiar shape of Kenma as the movement of the car lulled you to sleep. 

    When you sensed that there was no longer constant movement you open your eyes and look around. The car is parked on the street outside your house and you sit up sleepily, gathering your things and preparing to go inside. Your about to open up the car door and step outside when you notice a limp figure still in the seat. 

"Kenma." You shake him lightly awakening the sleeping boy. 

    "Mhmm." He groans in protest at being disturbed and you almost feel bad, he had looked so peaceful. 

     With a quick glance out the window to ensure your alone you peck Kenma's cheek. His eyes widen in surprise as a blush covers his face. It doesn't matter that you have been together a few months now, he still always gets flustered at shows of romantic affection. 

"Ok, ok I'm up." He says, scrambling to head out of the car and hide. 

     You laugh as he scurries away. You get out of the car, blanket in hand, and walk towards your front door. It's been left open by the frantic Kenma and you walk inside kicking the door shut behind you. 

     When you reach your bedroom Kenma is sprawled out on the bed, face buried in your pillows. His back moves up and down in a steady motion with his breathing. You admire the pudding head for a moment before ruining the mood by jumping onto the bed, squishing Kenma underneath. 

"Ow ow ow get off!" He all but shouts, squirming and trying to get you off. 

    He succeeds in his act pushing you onto the floor and you fall. But what was a playful fun atmosphere fades and you realise the situation your in. The floor is approaching fast and your arm is out in front, your broken arm.  Your body makes contact with the ground with a loud thud and Kenma seems to be at your side incredibly fast. 

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, are you okay!?" He sounds panicked, on the verge of tears.

    "Kenma I'm fine it just a hurt a bit." Your lying through your teeth of course. In reality it hurts, a lot. But you don't dare let your body wince or a cry let out because you can see just how guilty Kenma's expression is.  Moments of silence pass, you being held up form the floor by Kenma, he watching your face for signs of pain that you refuse to let him find. Looking up into his beautiful features you can't help but close the empty space between you, your lips making contact with his. 

     He returns the gesture supporting your wait, allowing the arm that had been holding you up  wrap around the boy's neck. You don't get off the floor, even when your lips have separated. You lay against Kenma and enjoy the company feeling at ease. But there is a nagging feeling that this may be the last time... 

Note: Look I posted at a decent time! Hehehe sorry about not posting consistently. This chapter is a bit short but don't worry next chapter is going to be very interesting, how you take that is up to you ;)