Breaking the rules

Chapter 5

I was sulking in the recovery room. Morana was lying in the bed, connected to wires. Some for her heart, one for her blood pressure, the others I was not sure of. Her face was pale, like the color of her skin was sucked out. Her right arm was covered, that's where she was shot. Morana looked so peaceful. It was almost midnight, and she got out of surgery 20 minutes ago. 

I looked across the room to Quinn and she was staring at Morana. Her knee was bouncing, and she just wanted to cry. "Assemble." She whispered on repeat. She quoted every line she could think of to wake Morana up. She repeated everything even though Morana was not in a coma. Morana just needed to wake up. Quinn was a disaster. She wasn't one for conflict,  but all she's done is shouted at me and Morana. 

A nurse walked in and smiled. She waved at me and the two others with Morana. She had a change of clothes; she sat them down next to me. "Your fiance will make a full recovery. She needs a lot of rest."

"When will I be able to take her home?" Quinn asked. 

"Excuse me?" I muttered. Quinn is not taking Morana home. I will take my fiance home, and nurse her back to health. That's not Quinn's job, it's my job. 

"In a couple of days," the nurse was hesitant. She looked at Morana and smiled. "She's very lucky to still be alive. Have a good night you guys."

"Quinn, what the fuck?" I questioned. I made sure I was loud enough for her to hear me. "You will not take Morana home and nurse her. I'm taking her home, she's my fiance."

"She's my sister, and I know what's best for her." Quinn moved closer to Morana and threw a blanket that looked old over her cold body. I've never felt Morana so cold. She was usually colder than the room, but that's her, not ice cold. 

"Get, that old rag off of her," I stated. I was done. I am tired. My heart is throbbing. "William take Quinn home."

"No, I'm not leaving." she stood her ground. "That rag, is her baby blanket. That has history that you were not apart of. Her brain scans? Her blanket was there, not you or me," Quinn held that damn thing down to Morana's chest. I Pulled the tattered cloth away from her body until it was in two peices.

"Fuck," I muttered.

"Look at what you did!" Quimm screamed, holding her half of the blanket.

"B-Bwanky?" A new voice, a baby voice. I turned my head to look at Morana her eyes were open. Her lids were still heavy, she was probably dilouris from the blood loss. 

"Morana, I'm really sorry. Please, I'm asking not for forgiveness, but please understand I tried. And I love you so much, I didn't mean for this to happen. I want to see your sweet eyes again, I don't like what I saw last. Your eyes drained so quickly and it scared me, doll," I explained. I don't need her forgiveness I don't deserve it. She won't forgive me in her right mind. "I'm sorry, I'm really fucking sorry Morana." Leaning into kiss her, I felt a hand push away from me. I opened my eyes and her hand was pressed against, my face. "Morana? Do you want cuddles? You have no idea how much I missed you."

"Get out." She mumbled. "Please." Her eyes were watering, and she was grabbing the tattered fabric from mine and Quinn's hands. "Both of you, out, now."

"What about me, Mor?" William asked, sitting on her bed. 

"You can stay. But I'm done, hearing Quinn and Bucky fight," she whispered, looking at him. 

William looked at Quinn and I both. "You heard her, get out," He just told his best friend to get out. He just told his fiance to get out. I turned on my heel and walked right out of that door. I'm not even sure if I left enough room for Quinn to get out before it slammed in her face.