Vulpecula ✔️

Brown Eyes.

Kayden's POV

As soon as Ava was situated in her new room at the hospital, and when the nurse said that we could visit her, I and Clayton rushed in first. The others were stopped behind us by her. Apparently we couldn't all just barge in there.

Her face was bruised. Covered in cuts that were healing. I guess most of her powers were invested in healing the bigger wounds. So the smaller ones were healing at a slower pace.

"She is tiny." Clayton muttered. Almost as if in awe. Like he was seeing her for the first time.

Anger flared in my veins. How could he not notice her until she was there struggling for us? Now when everything is over he wants to fucking be friends with her?! He wants to notice things about her?

"Calm down. I've seen her before. She never looked so pale and beaten up. When was the last time she had a good meal?" He paused my thoughts.

"Before leaving. And even yesterday. But the food wasn't healthy." I replied curtly. Makes sense. Even to me, Ava looked smaller against the white and yellow of the hospital.

"Sure she was eating. But I guess she wasn't eating properly. Or maybe it could be the tension? The pressure of all of this?"

"Maybe." I just went closer to her and held her hand. Her cold hand that laid limp. My heart accelerated at the feeling of her lifeless hand in mine. It scared me. I didn't want to feel this. I wanted to feel her always warm and clammy hand in mine.

This is worse than any nightmare I've had.

The others came and left but I didn't leave her hand. Couldn't. It was physically impossible for me.

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John had called Ava five times the next day because we hadn't been back. He was worried. So was Jo-Jo. She had nearly cried on the phone when I talked to them.

I felt more guilty than ever. They must be so hurt that their daughter wasn't talking to them. What they didn't know was that Ava was still to wake up. Whole of 24 hours had passed since her surgery. Ava wasn't waking up.

The doctors assured us but still nothing.

All of us stayed at the hospital. We just informed our parents that the trip was extended. They all understood. I know mom figured out that something was wrong but she didn't push me to tell her. She never did. Mom always gave me my space and hoped that I would come around and tell her things on my own.

When finally Ava opened her brown eyes, I first called the doctors so they could check that everything was okay. She wasn't healing fast anymore. So we'd have to give the same excuse to John as we did to the nurse. She fell down a steep mountain.

All of us did. But she took most of the burnt of that. Because all of us were looking beaten up. Like a drug deal gone wrong so the men beat us like shit and left us at the side of an ally.

"I'm Italian. Get me a mafia man." Were the first words Ava slurred in her heavily drugged state. She is adorable.

I smiled at her, totally starstruck at her state and heard the laugher of my friends behind me. Everyone was relieved that she was okay. All of us were. There were casualties on our part, yes, but everything was fine in the end.

For a few minutes Ava was blabbering nonsense but I didn't mind. She was breathing again. Her heart was beating again and she was talking again. There could be nothing that would have relieved me more.

I pressed my lips to hers and then pulled back. It's not good to kiss a patient. Especially when they haven't brushed. It's bad but not as bad. Because well, I got to kiss her lips. But brushed mouth would've been better.