calamity. (sequel to Mr. Reynolds)

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I woke up in the worse pain I've ever felt. I tried to move away from Greyson but the pain was unbearable and whimpers escaped my lips. Greysons eyes immediately shot open and he looked down at me. "What's wrong?" He asked, worry flooding his features. I just grit my teeth and looked up at him with watery eyes. "Hold on, angel." He went to move away from me and when my body shifted I let out a cry. Greyson quickly grabbed the pain medicine Dr. Douchebag left last night and a bottle of water, rushing to my side. "Here baby." He said, lifting my head slightly and holding them up to my mouth. I swallowed the handful he gave me and tried my best to take deep breaths. "Grey I really have to pee." I whined. I felt pathetic as he looked at me with sympathy. "I don't want to hurt you." He said cautiously. "And I don't want to pee the bed." He nodded before walking over to my side of the bed. I bit the inside of my cheek and clenched my fists as he helped me sit up. He lifted me off the bed slowly and I winced when my feet touched the ground.

Greyson stayed right next to me as I used the bathroom and I couldn't help but laugh. I immediately regretted it. "Who would have thought my husband would have to be helping me go to the bathroom before I'm even 30." Grey let out a soft chuckle. I finished up and flushed the toilet. Grey held out his hands and I took them. I put all of my weight on him and he easily held me up. I made my way back to the bed with his help and sat on the edge.

Grey crouched in front of me. "Can I see it, angel?" He asked softly. When I just gave him an exhausted look he lifted the shirt up. "Oh baby." He mumbled and I looked down. My whole stomach and up my side was completely bruised, red and swollen. "As soon as those pills kick in we've got to get you to a hospital. Do you want me to get you something a little stronger to knock you out for a little?" I smiled lovingly at him. "I'll be fine, thank you Grey." He didn't look convinced but nodded. He moved to fix the pillows on the bed before helping me scoot back to sit against them.

Greyson and Shawn stood in the kitchen, talking about who knows what. By now the pain medicine has kicked in and I could hardly feel my wounds. "Alright angel, the plane is ready and we are going to head home, you think you'll be okay?" Grey asked coming to my side. I nodded, kinda out of it and he gave me a soft smile. "Okay. The boys left last night to take the cars home, all of them asked how you were today, they respect the hell out of you now, maybe more than me." He softly chuckled and I grinned up at him. He helped me up and out of the bed and Shawn was by the door with a wheel chair. Greyson had already helped me change into some sweat pants and a looser crop top before Shawn came. He also played doctor and changed the bandage on the stitches, apologizing the whole time despite all of this being my fault.

Shawn and a couple other guys stayed in the lounge area on the plane and Greyson lead me to the little bed room. I was expecting him to get me situated before hanging out with the boys but he pulled his shirt over his head and pulled back the covers. I'm sure I was looking at him weird since he glanced up at me and chuckled. "Do you want to take some more pain meds before we lay down? So you don't wake up feeling as bad?" He asked. I shrugged. "I think I'm okay for now. I'll take a few more in a couple hours." He nodded, laying down and I followed suit.

After landing I was immediately transported to the hospital and taken into surgery. When I woke up I looked around the hospital room. It was covered in flowers. An overwhelming thirst hit me and I looked around but didn't see any drinks. I groaned as I sat up and blinked away the sleep in my eyes. I attempted to get out of the bed but only got as far as my legs dangling off the side before I saw Greyson rushing to me. "What the fuck are you doing?" He asked me like I was crazy.

"I'm thirsty." I croaked out. He helped me lay back and propped me up with a couple pillows. "You would wake up from a fucking coma and immediately try to get yourself a drink." He shook his head and I looked him like he had two heads. "What do you mean a fucking coma?" I asked, baffled. It had only felt like maybe a couple hours since I went into surgery. "Baby you've been out for over two weeks. You had a weird reaction to the anesthesia and just didn't wake up after surgery, we've had no clue when or if you'd wake up." He said and I saw the relief on his face.

I was trying to process what he said and he could tell. "I'll be right back with a drink and the doctor, okay?" I nodded and he kissed my head before leaving the room. I sighed, sitting back. I didn't feel like I'd been in a coma. Or maybe the lack of pain from where I got shot should be a tell.

Greyson came back in with a water and a juice, setting them both down on the tray in front of me. And the doctor walked in seconds later. "It's nice to see you awake, Juliet." I cracked a smile at Drake. "Nice to be awake. Apparently I've been out for a while." He laughed, sitting down in a chair by the end of the bed. "Yes, you have. Unfortunately there hasn't been anyway to tell when or if you'd wake up, sometimes people just react bad to the anesthesia. The boys have been swarming the hospital in shifts since you've been in surgery." I grinned. He stood up, putting on gloves and walking over to me. He lifted the gown and examined the area. "The good news is your body has been healing since you've been in a coma and it's looking really nice. And the scar will be practically in the same place as when you had the accident." He said and I laughed. "Oh thank god." I joked.

"Thank you." I said to Drake before he left. "Always." He flashed me a smile before leaving. "You know, I'm pretty sure all of my men and friends respect and like you more than me." Greyson said, chuckling and I grinned. "I am very likable." "They've all been here to see you, each and everyone of them. All of these flowers are from the boys." He said with a proud smile on his face. I gave him a smile on return, my heart swooning.

"I'm so glad you're okay, angel. I've only left the hospital once a couple days ago to shower, I don't know what I would have done of you didn't wake up. And After everything you've survived I would have been so pissed if a little anesthesia is what took you out." I couldn't help but laugh as he leaned over me and placed his lips on mine. I melted into him, the feeling of safety and home returning. "I love you, Grey."