Forever and Always

Chapter 6

(I am not a doctor so bare with me. When you have a concussion you aren't allowed to do certain things I am trying my best to not include those things but what else are you supposed to do? Socialize? Gross. So some things don't line up professionally so just pretend they do)

After about 15 minutes of waiting, Y/n called for me from the bathroom. I pulled a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt out before walking out of my room and slowly opening the bathroom door, placing my hand over my eyes as I walked in.

"Peter, you can open your eyes. I have a towel on." Y/n laughed slightly.

I removed my hand from my face and smiled awkwardly, handing her the clothes.

"You can just wear my clothes for the time being." I informed.

She nodded and took the clothes from me. I walked out of the bathroom once again and closed the door behind me. I grabbed us both a water from the fridge before going back into my room.

"Shit!" Y/n exclaimed.

I sat the waters down on my desk and walked over to the bathroom door.

"Y/n, you okay?" I asked worriedly.

"Yep, all good! Just busted my stitches!" She shouted back, a hint of sarcasm lacing her voice.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah."

I slightly opened the door and slipped in. Y/n was wearing my Midtown High sweatshirt and a pair of my sweatpants. She had the bottom of the sweatshirt pulled up to her ribs and she was holding her towel against the cut across her stomach.

I pulled out the supplies needed to restitch her injury and wiped as much blood away from the cut as I could before getting to work. It only took about two minutes to fully close the cut. I taped bandage over it and put the unused suppies away.

She let the sweatshirt fall back in place as she draped one of her arms around my shoulders. I gently wrapped my arm around her waist and held onto her hand which was resting on my shoulder.

"You shouldn't be walking with your leg like that." I stated, gesturing to her injury.

"I'm fine, Peter." Y/n smiled.

I sighed, knowing she wasn't going to get any less stubborn and helped her out of the bathroom. We walked back into my bedroom and I helped her sit back down on my bed. She propped herself up with pillows and pulled the blankets up to her hips.

"Wanna watch a movie?" I asked.

She nodded and pat the bed beside her. I grabbed my laptop and sat down next to her, placing the laptop between us as I scrolled through the list of movies.

"Star Wars?" I suggested.

"Never watched it." She admitted.

I dramatically dropped my jaw in disbelief.

"You've never watched Star Wars?!"

"Nope."

"We are having a Star Wars movie marathon." I stated and scrambled off the bed.

I ran into the kitchen and grabbed various snacks and drinks before returning and retaking my place next to Y/n. I placed the snacks in between us and started the first movie.

...

At some point during the first movie, I felt Y/n's head fell to my shoulder. As much as I wanted her to feel better and get some rest, she had a concussion and would have to wait a bit longer to go to sleep.

"Hey, Y/n, you gotta stay up for a little bit longer." I spoke, my voice just above a whisper as I gently shook her awake.

"Hmmm?" She hummed and forced her eyes open before lifting her head off my shoulder.

"You have a concussion. You're not supposed to sleep right now."

She nodded sleepily and wiped the sleep from her eyes.

"We also should probably stop watching this for now, to ensure that your symptoms don't worsen." I informed.

She nodded again as I shut my laptop and got up, placing it on my desk.

"What now?" I asked.

"Give me that piece of paper and a pencil." She ordered.

I nodded and grabbed the items off my desk before handing them to her.

She picked up a notebook from my nightstand and placed the paper on top of it. She looked up from the paper and narrowed her eyes at me.

"What?" I asked nervously.

"You're going to be my model." She smiled widely.

I looked at her and tilted my head before shaking it. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes. She's adorable. I playfully rolled my eyes and smiled, giving in.

"Okay, uhhh...sit down in that chair." She gestured to the wheeled chair behind me which sat in front of my desk.

I sat down and looked up to her. "Now what?" I asked.

"Rest your head in one of your hands and rest that elbow just above your knee. Have your other elbow resting on your other leg with your hand hanging down between your legs and look up to me."

I did the pose she told me to do and looked up to her, making a stupid face. I crossed my eyes and stuck my tongue out of my mouth, making her laugh. God, I love her laugh.

"Peter!" She laughed.

"Hey, you never said how I should look at you." I smiled.

"Just smile or look bored or something."

I regained my composure and replaced my head in my hand before making myself look bored with a slight smile. She focused herself, picking up her pencil and starting her sketch. After a few minutes, Y/n dropped her pencil and shook her hand.

"Okay, I have a rough sketch down. You can move around and take a break for a few minutes if you would like." She informed.

I nodded and stood up, stretching out my arms and legs while yawning.

"I'm going to go take a quick shower. Will you okay being alone for like ten minutes?" I asked.

"Yeah. Go ahead." She responded.

I smiled and walked out of my room and into the bathroom. I turned on the water and waited for it to warm up as I placed a towel within grabbing distance from the shower. I stripped off my clothes and hopped in, the warm water instantly relaxing me.