The Vixen & the Fox II

Chapter 267

Davina groaned a bit as she lay in a bed, there was a rumbling of snoring off to her left somewhere as she tried to squeeze her eyes shut and ignore the pain in her body. However, she couldn't contain the whimper which escaped her lips when she tried to move to get comfortable, her ribs were aching her hip hurt, her leg was throbbing, and her arm felt pinned. Fingers tightened their hold on her own fingers, which had her wincing a bit, the snoring was gone.

"Davina? Davina, love, can you hear me?" a voice pleaded, she knew that voice. She knew that voice, that gentle tone she so loved, the cadence of a strange accent, not like anything she had heard anywhere else, no matter how British it sounded.

She whimpered a bit, wanting to open her eyes, wanting to see the owner of the voice.

"Hey, I'm right here, love, right here," a soothing touch traced her hairline and she could feel a brow against her own as she lay there. She was trying to open her eyes, she wanted to see him.

"It's okay, love, rest," he murmured softly. "Just rest, you have a fractured tibia a broken foot, a lacerated forearm, a fractured skull, and broken rib, just one though. You're alive, I'm going to make sure you're alright, love," he promised. Lips were pressed against her brow, and she whimpered a bit when he tried to pull away, tightening her hold on his fingers.

"I'm not going anywhere, love," he assured as he entwined their fingers together. "I'm not leaving you."

Davina released a shuddering breathe as she felt that floating relief consuming her again, she just wanted the pain gone, she wanted it gone, and she wanted to wake up in her bed with her lover, and she wanted a long, lazy afternoon with no responsibilities and him.

"Kol," she breathed.

"Yes love," he purred affectionately. "I'm going to get Marcel and Hayley, alright?" he asked her.

She whimpered a bit, wanting her dad, she wanted her dad. She did, she wanted him here to tell her that it would be alright. She knew it probably wasn't alright right now, but she wanted the lie. She wanted the lie so bad.

"I'm going to let go, love, but I'm not leaving," he promised as she felt his fingers slip from her grasp. Alone, that's all she felt as she let out a soft cry of pain and felt her fingers twitching for the grounding touch again. There were some shouts, and a rushing of feet. Kol's hand found hers' again, she recognized the man, he pulled her hand up to his lips, pressing her battered knuckles and she felt him release a shuddering breath.

"Hey Lil D," a different soothing voice was there, and she tried to turn to the voice, but breathing hurt. The big hand slid up her arm, to her free hand and gripped her as lips again pressed against her brow. "It's okay, baby girl, it's okay, we're here," he promised.

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She wasn't awake by any means, he was aware of that, but she had been responsive, she had been here, he had felt her rousing; and he had wanted to take the pain when she made small broken sounds trying to respond or convey how she was feeling. A week of her being entirely unresponsive and now she was here. He did not care about the tears of relief which trailed down his face as he pressed her bandaged knuckles to his lips. He was praying thanks to every deity and force he could think to thank for her just coming back. The small embers that was Davina had slowly started igniting into a small flame, and he knew she was healing, but it wasn't as fast as he wanted.

The past week had been agonizing to Kol, the McCall-Hale Pack had stuck around, because Cora, Isaac and a kid named Rafael were waiting for Davina to recover. There were also serious talks around him for the Packs, but Hayley wasn't in a headspace to help with those conversations. Kol only knew they were happening because Hayley would come sit with him when she wasn't caring for her daughters. Kol for his part never left Davina, he kept himself close, only prying himself away when she had gone back in for emergency surgery, and when he had started smelling himself. The marks of the Nogitsune were scarring over, Kol got the sense the Nogitsune was the reason for that, because all the other wounds; like the gut wound from Silas, or the burns from Qetsiyah were gone, but the scars of the claws snaked over his body as a stark reminder that he had done the one thing he tried to never do. He had welcomed the monster back in, and Kol felt conflicted about it, but he didn't focus on it, as he kept his attentions on Davina.