𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

19 | Playing Nurse and Patient

Y/N
Hey I need to talk to you about
something when I get home
from work

TOM
Sure, we still on for dinner?

Y/N
Your place yeah? I'll bring wine

TOM
Cute x

I thought about those four text messages for what seemed like hours on and off. Other than being ridiculously bored at home this week whilst my cheekbone was still healing, I had nothing better to do than overthink every tiny thing. I couldn't go to the gym. I also couldn't see my family, I couldn't work and I couldn't really help The Family with anything.

What did Y/N need to talk to me about? Was it something serious or was she just saying that so I would remind her to tell me something menial and unimportant? Maybe she was going to break, whatever this was up. Maybe she didn't want to see me anymore.

She then sent her second text message pretty casually, nothing formal or serious. Plus, she said she'd bring wine. Surely she wouldn't be telling me something bad whilst drinking wine right? Or maybe she wanted to drink alcohol to make whatever she needed to say, easier.

You can tell that I'm overthinking this. Normally people wouldn't care this much over dumb text messages. I wouldn't even care this much, especially not over a girl. But I hadn't really seen anyone seriously like this for over a year and even then I didn't put any effort into it.

I started thinking about the 'x' I put at the end of my last text message. Y/N and I didn't really use the whole 'x' and 'o' shit very often unless it was sarcasm or the odd occasion where we wanted to make an impact with a 'thankyou x' or something.

Damn, I really am overthinking this aren't I?

I heard her car door slam shut from the street before she had knocked on my door momentarily after. Being home for several days doing nothing, I thought about making dinner yet hastily decided not to because making dinner for a girl is too much of a statement. I didn't want her to think we were going to get married or something. Making dinner for a girl is like, a different level of relationship.

Speaking of relationships and levels and whatever the fuck you call the 'milestones' between two people, Y/N and I haven't really spoken about 'what we are' since we kind of mentioned not wanting to share each other.

I thought that was kinda cute in a fucked up possessive way. Think about it, imagine hearing someone tell you that you're theirs and theirs only, but you didn't agree. Creepy right?

Like, I would've been okay if she wanted to sleep with other people, I just would have made it a competition and would need to beat the other men she slept with. I don't play games to fuck around, I play to win. Although I'm happy we're both on the same page; neighbours who are also friends with benefits.

She dumped her bag in the entryway and called out 'honey I'm home' to me jokingly as I was in the kitchen making us drinks. I knew her favourites by now, so when I heard her car door, I knew to start shaking up one of her favourite cocktails.

"Had fun at work talking to angsty teenagers about their teenage angst?" I chuckled, putting down the metal shaker on the bench as I unscrewed the top. Y/N walked up to me on my side as I started pouring the liquid into two glasses.

"I'm just glad today is over," she sighed, reaching up to pull my face towards her and press her lips against mine. She pulled away slightly before kissing me again, breaking away and leaning against the kitchen bench.

"What was that for? Stressful day?" I said holding the glass out for her and then clinking the side of it with my own.

"You have no idea," She huffed, taking a large gulp of her drink before setting it back down on the bench.

"You want to talk about it...?" I dragged out, not really used to talking about other people's problems. If I had a problem with something, I got someone under me to deal with it and the problem just disappeared.

But this isn't the Mafia.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'm just going to say what I need to say now to get it over with. And then we can keep drinking and eat dinner and relax and just- We can just enjoy tonight together and it'll be nice," she said quickly, moving her hands rapidly as she spoke.

I stayed silent, looking at her and smiling gently for her to know I was ready to hear what she needed to say.

"My Witness Protection is over... The case I was involved with ended and they jailed a bunch of people and I uh, I can go back to my old life as of tomorrow," She said screwing her face up.

"Oh.. You get your old life back... Tomorrow... Wow, I'm really happy for you," I trailed, forcing a smile despite not wanting her to leave me. I didn't want her to forget about me whilst I stayed in this dumb fucking suburb alone.

"I um, I'm kind of scared to go back to work and stuff... And since my old apartment got broken into before I entered WITSEC, I have to buy a new one so I was thinking maybe I can live here for a bit... Until I find a place to move into..." she said smiling softly.

I felt like a dog that heard the word 'walk' and had it's ears prick up. As soon as she said she wanted to stay with me I looked back up at her in a millisecond and grinned.

"Seriously? You want to live here? With me? In suburbia and not the city?" I questioned, making sure she knew what she was even saying. Y/N nodded, smiling back at me.

"Just until I find a new place to live in, plus you've only got like a few weeks left in WITSEC anyway right?" She said, her sentence shortly cut off before I pulled her waist towards me and kissed her.

"I'm going to assume that's a yes? I can stay here?" She laughed against my lips, leaning back to look at me.

"Yeah but you're not my girlfriend or anything so you're not allowed to do any chores for me and you're not allowed to do my laundry or make me food or anything. We're basically just house mates that fuck," I laughed.

"You still have four more days of no exercise Holland, don't label us 'housemates that fuck' because technically you can't right now." She said grabbing my jaw and pushing my head back so she could inspect my stitches under better lighting.

"Ow, give me notice before you break my neck next time," I joke, trying to look down at her to see her face.

"You didn't clean it today did you?" She sighed, letting go of my fave and glaring at me. She was right, I was supposed to do some alcohol wipe thing today and put some other weird liquid on it but I couldn't remember which order to do it in and I knew she would do it anyway. I just looked at her and pouted slightly.

"Fine, go to the couch and I'll do it. And take the drinks you big dumb man child," she laughed, getting the equipment from the medicine cabinet and smiling to herself.

As much as she complains, I think Y/N likes playing nurse with me when I'm injured. She worries about me getting hurt, but she secretly likes taking care of me.