Mr. Wick ( John Wick x Female Character)

Chapter 27: I'm Hurting

He pulls away from her neck and stares down at her, she could couldn't see his face properly, the tears were getting in the way, but she continued looking past John's face, not caring about him at all.
She could hear a voice, it's John's, he's saying something, but she can't hear... Or she's choosing not to hear.
She begins to shake when she feels warm hands touch her face.

'Stacey'.

He whispered, but she refuses to say anything, she's not going to say anything at all... What was there to say?

'Stacey, come on, talk to me'.

Fuck you.

That was on the tip of her tongue, but she was too tired, and too hurt to do or say anything.
She ignored him but winced when he pulled out of her.
Stacey doesn't look at him, just stares up at the ceiling. John's out of her sight for a few moments before he returns to lean on the bed and he tries to lift her, but she's dead weight, she didn't want to move.

'Stacey, come on'.

He tried to pull her up, but she refused and she even used the last of her strength to tear her wrist from his grip.

'Stacey'.

His voice is firm, but not demanding and she feels the bed dip again and she can see him lean over her again. Her tears hadn't spilled down her cheeks just yet.

'I'm sorry'.

She herself say, her voice is quiet and broken and she finally blinks, letting the tears streak down her face. Now she can really see John's face and she's shocked to see that he's crying too.
He presses his hand gently on her pelvic region and she jerks suddenly.

It hurt.

He lowers himself down onto his elbow and gently rubs the area and this time, Stacey found it soothing.

'I'm sorry'.

She says again and again, this time John goes to kiss her, but Stacey is quick to turn away, she didn't want to be touched like that. John hesitates before pressing his lips agains her temple.

'I know... I forgive you... Do you forgive me?'

She's quiet, you shouldn't forgive him, not after what he did.

'Yes'.

'You shouldn't'.

He continues rubbing her pelvic area and she looks back at him, 'you're right, I shouldn't, but I do', she brings her hand up and leans up to kiss him, but yelps in pain as everything hurt. Fresh tears form and she starts crying as the pain bites into.
John's quick to take care of her, the hot rag makes her cry even harder and when she looks down at him, she can see that he's crying heavily, but he's quiet.
It felt like forever until he was done cleaning her, looking after her and he dresses her carefully and helps her get comfortable, the last thing she sees is John sitting on the edge of the bed, slumped over, wiping new tears away.

She was hurting, physically.

But he was hurting too, but emotionally.