ALL TOO WELL ☆ DYLAN O'BRIEN

TWENTY-TWO

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mail back my things
i'll walk home alone

     Loucilles days had been long and tiring for a while now. Ever since Dylan's accident on set, it felt like the whole world was tipped off its axis. She had immediately dropped everything she had planned just to be with him and to take care of him, and that was how it's been for the past few months.

She would be lying if she said that something didn't feel off ever since he had been brought home from the hospital, but she brushed it off completely as trauma. Loucille wasn't stupid, she knew the accident had changed something in him and the more she thought about it, the more she was convinced it was inevitable.

The thing she was most grateful for was that he was alive and safe and now on his way to recovery.

Pushing her way through their apartment door, she immediately drops the grocery brags stressing her wrist and pulls her shoes off. The sunlight was pouring in through the open curtains of their living room, leaking throughout the whole apartment.

It was one of the things she loved most about their home, the amount of natural sunlight they had never failed to put her in a good mood.

Grabbing a couple bags, Loucille starts to make her way to the kitchen to start putting them away. Her heart almost stopped beating in her chest when she spotted Dylan sat at their kitchen table with a mug nestled between his palms.

"Oh my God!" she shrieks, a nervous laugh escaping her. "I thought you would still be in bed, you're supposed to be resting."

Dylan simply raised his eyebrow, as much as he could, as he looked at her. "I think I've rested enough."

"Not according to your doctor." she smiles, pressing a kiss to his head before moving towards the cupboards and pulling out the groceries she got. "Have you had breakfast yet? I could make some pancakes."

"I can make them." he insists, pushing himself up quickly and causing his head to spin. Loucille immediately drops the boxes in her hands and rushes over to him as he tries to stabilize himself on the table. Her hands grab hold of his waist, pulling of his weight onto her own shoulders. "I'm fine, I'm okay!"

"Can you please just sit down? You're gonna hurt yourself."

"I don't really think it can get worse than this." he deadpans, letting her push him back into his chair.

"Don't say that."

The couple sit in silence for a few minutes, the girl making several trips to the front door and back into the kitchen to put everything in place. Dylan could only sit and watch her helplessly, knowing that even if he could stand up straight for longer than a couple minutes she wouldn't even let him help.

"So when are you getting back into the studio?" he finally breaks the silence, carefully moving to set his cup in the sink and sit back down as she stands to make the pancake mix.

"You sound very eager to get rid of me." Loucille attempts to joke but seeing his blank face she opts to shrug her shoulders. "I'm not sure, not really thinking about that right now."