Cadillac

Not a lot is going on

I woke up the next morning, basically on top of y/n. She'd stayed with me all night?

"Good morning," she said quietly and I moved further onto her, "The doctor just came in about five minutes ago."

"What did he want?" I groaned and sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes.

"Do you umm want a mirror?" She frowned a little and handed me a compact from the side of her bag.

I was horrified by what I saw.

My mascara had melted into two puddles around my eyes, making me look like a fucking panda bear, and not a cute one, I had stitches on the left hand side of my head, and dried blood all across my face and neck. I still had smudged lipstick on and a huge bruise under my right eye, as well as a swollen lip.

I physically gagged.

"Are you okay?! Should I get someone?!" Y/n got up in a hurry.

"Bloody fuck! How the hell can you look at me without gagging?! Why do I still have makeup on from two weeks ago??" I gagged again.

"Is that what you're worried about?" She laughed a little and picked her bag up off the floor, "We weren't allowed to touch your face, in case we had any bacteria on our hands or anything, so we couldn't wipe it off. Here." She smiled and handed me a tiny bottle of cleanser and some baby wipes.

I started rubbing to get it all off and, after thirsty minutes of tedious scraping, I finally had a bare face again.

"Do you think I'll be allowed a shower?"

"You can ask, but it'll probably be assistance only," she sighed and sat down next to me again, tossing her wipes in the direction of her bag.

"Could you umm... maybe help me?"

"Course," she said gently and asked a nurse, who said I could shower.

I stood up... well almost. But I was met by an excruciating pain, which made y/n run over to catch me before I collapsed.

"It's okay," she whispered and held me close, handing me a wooden cane.

"I'm not using that."

"You don't have a choice, sweetheart. You need one from now on," she said softly and I looked at the stick, taking it shakily and leaning my weight on it.

It helped and I hated that it helped.

"Let's go and get you showered, love."

And we walked in silence to the shower rooms.