Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

SEVENTY-NINE

WILL POV:
Being back in my own bed feels amazing, if not for the excruciating pain that shoots through my body every time I forget I have broken ribs and try to move. I really just want Nico, but every time he try's to cuddle up to me it hurts now that my whole body isn't all tingly numb from the pain meds. Mrs. O'leary tried to jump and cuddle up to us but I cried out in pain which scared her back to the floor.

It's the morning after returning from the hospital and I've barley slept at all. I spent the night watching Nico sleep like a creepy stalker. He's so beautiful when he sleeps. Well, he's beautiful all the time but especially when he's asleep cause he looks so peaceful. I managed to get myself on my side without too much pain, but I'm laying on my good arm so I can't touch him.

The morning sun is lighting up his face nicely and I really really want to kiss him but I can't move. I have to wait patiently for Nico to wake up so that he can do the leaning in to kiss me.

It's almost ten by the time Nico finally sighs and stretches as he always does when he wakes up. His eyes flutter open and immediately lock with mine, causing him to smile. "Morning sunshine," he says, his voice dark and raspy from sleep.

"Morning darlin'," I smile back. "Kiss me."

He snickers. "Someone's needy this morning," he grins cheekily as he leans in to kiss me. I sigh into the kiss and he moves closer to me, pressing his body against me just enough that I know he's there but not enough that it hurts. I put my casted arm over his waist just to feel closer to him. He hums contently, cupping my cheek gently and pressing his lips against mine harder.

He must have forgot I was hurt cause he moved his hand from my cheek to my waist to pull himself closer, shooting pain through my whole torso and causing me cry out in pain.

"Fuck sorry!" Nico exclaims frantically pushing himself away from me as if he's scared he'll hurt me more.

"It's fine," I say, my voice coming out as more of croak as I try to breath through the pain, "You didn't mean to."

"Fuck fuck fuck," Nico curses, pulling his knees to his chest. "I'm sorry."

I watch his breath slowly pick up as I keep trying to breath the pain away and realise he's on the verge of a panic attack. "I'm okay," I try to reassure him. "You didn't mean too."

His eyes are welling up now. "I hurt you," he whimpers. "I hurt you."

"No no it's okay, you just got my ribs a little. Im okay."

A few tears stream down his face and he hides his face in his knees. I have no idea what to do because nows about the time Id pull him into my lap and hold him and rub his back to calm him down. But I can't do that right now.

"Nico I need you to look at me," I say firmly. "I'm okay."

He shakes his head a little hysterically, clutching his knees to his chest so hard his knuckles are turning white.

"Please Nico, look at me," I plead. "I'm okay, I promise. It's all good now." His hands move from around his knees to the back of his head and he gets tight grips of his hair. "Stop that," I say firmly, but of course it doesn't work. When Nico gets like this he needs physical contact. I do my best to force my self up to a sitting position until I can at least reach him with my good hand. I grab one of his wrists and gently try and pull his hands from his hair. "Let go Nico."

"I hurt you," Nico cry's. "I forgot, I'm sorry, I forgot."

"It's okay, it's going to happen. It's not your fault."

He lets me pull his hand from his hair but he still won't uncurl from himself. He just moves back to clutching his knees to his chest tightly.

"Nico, look at me. I'm okay."