Tanks princess

Chapter 5

How do you keep your walls up?

I am scared, but for some reason Tank made me feel cared for in a few hours of waking up as a mess. They said they are not going to hurt me, and they have acted upon their words, and I am still scared, but I felt more scared when Tank and Bryan left me alone in the room, hopefully, it didn't take long for Tank to return to the room with my juice and some delicious cookies. I don't remember the last time I ate a cookie, so I ate three of them even after feeling full of the soup. Leaving me in the predicament of feelings an extreme sense of nausea when I finished the third cookie.

My hand flew to my mouth and a whine-like sound came out of me. My eyes widened when I felt the bile coming up my throat. Making eye contact with Tank, he furrowed his eyebrows, and as quick as light I found myself being carried along the IV pole towards a door that opened to a bathroom to then be placed in front of the toilet at the right moment everything came out. The vomit was burning my throat, my eyes watered at the feeling. When it stopped it was when I realized Tank was holding my hair and caressing my back. With how quickly everything happened my reflexes didn't have the time to process how this man carried me and touched me. I sniffled and moved away from the toilet, losing the little energy I had gotten from the juice and food, but I didn't get to fall back into the cold floor or the wall, instead, I was cocooned by a warm body.

"Sh, it's okay, you are okay," Tank said from behind me now caressing both of my arms as I lean on him. I felt the need to move away, to push him, but throwing up left me holding consciousness with a thin threat. "Do you feel better, honey?" Tank asked but I barely moved my head from one side to the other. "Okay, let's stay here for a moment then," He said softly stretching and moving forward a little to close the lit of the toilet and flush it and then moving to the position he was before. Some tears still came out of my eyes, the taste of the bile and the burn it left behind still there, adding up to the awful weak feeling I had.

After what felt like hours, I felt a little better and wanted my space back I tried to move away, but because I was still weak, I fell back into him when I tried to stand. Tank was ready though, and the moment I started falling his arms were there to catch me.

"C'mon, let's wash your mouth and then get you some more water" Tank almost whispered and helped me stand, with one arm holding almost my whole weight while his available hand was grabbing a cup and filling it with tap water, he gave me the cup and I rinsed with it to then spit in the sink, after that he passed me a new looking toothbrush with some toothpaste. When I was done with all of that he helped me walk to the bed and made sure I was comfy before giving me a bottle of water that I drank slowly. "Doc will be here later to check on you and the baby" Automatically my hand moved to my lower stomach at the thought of the little thing that I sensed was there and not long ago got confirmed by these people. My interest peaked but at the same time my exhaustion came tenfold, and my eyes started to drop. "Go to sleep, when he gets here, I'll wake you up" Tank went to fix my blanket and I barely flinch as my eyes closed and darkness enveloped me.

"Olivia...Liv" My eyes start to flutter when I hear my name being called. The first thing I see is Bryan looking through his medical bag, then I turn my head to the side and see Tank sitting in the same chair I saw him the first time I woke up. He did, indeed, look like a human version of a tank, he was tall and large, muscular with honey-colored hair that was a little bit over shoulder length and blue eyes, a trimmed beard and some thick eyebrows were present in his face alongside a nose that seemed to have been broken a couple of times and plum lips. I stared at him for longer than planned because I looked away when Doc cleared his throat and a blush appeared on my cheeks.

"I brought with me some vitamin therapy to make sure you and the baby are getting the nutrients you need as quickly as possible; I also brought some different flavors of Gatorade to keep you hydrated" He walked toward the IV bag and changed it for a yellowish bag of what I guess is vitamins. "Tank already told me about the accident after eating. You are underweight and malnourished. Did you eat often or a lot in the place you were?" Bryan asks and I just shake my head, he gets a weird look in his eyes to then take a deep breath "Okay, then most likely your stomach is not used to eating large amounts of food, less likely heavy foods, so let's try and keep it simple for now with soups and maybe some proteins, we can try some salads maybe" For some reason, hearing that I can't eat a cookie after so long without being able to bring tears to my eyes and my lip to go into a pout, to then let out a sniffle as some tears escaped my eyes.

"Hey," Tank said beside me, and I turned to him, he has a frown on his face and looked toward Bryan with an angry expression. Did I upset him? Oh lord, I am crying, He didn't like when I cried, maybe they don't either. My breathing became harsher by the second, and Tank immediately looked back at me with concern "Honey, hey...breath. What happened? Why are you crying? Is it for the cookies? I can get you more, we can probably balance it out so you don't eat too much... just breathe" I... I am confused, he seemed panicked and ramble off. Is he actually going to bring me more cookies even if Bryan said I couldn't? What if Bryan gets mad and hurts me ... or him?

Does he care? He can still hurt me. I don't know them.

Without even noticing my hyperventilation dissipated while trying to analyze the situation, my tears were still there, but I could breathe again.

"You..." I sniffled" Co... Cookies?" I whispered.

"Yes, honey" Tank seemed to relax in his seat again. "I will get you cookies as dessert after a meal" He smiled at me. It made me feel better and my tears stopped slowly. He reached towards the bedside table and passed me another cookie, I looked towards Bryan who was still in the room, he nodded for me to take it, and I do so.

"So, let's try instead not overeating and making sure you eat something else than cookies, okay sweetheart?" Bryan said with a reassuring smile.

I looked down to the untouched cookie in my hand, and then to the two men in the room who were looking at me in a comforting way. Maybe I am trusting them too quickly. I looked down towards the cookie again and then smiled.

Cookies.