𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨

Act 17

"I asked one thing of you Chip! One thing! And you made her black out again. I hope you're happy!" Dice yelled.

I had been awake for a while now. I was eating my soup while Dice and Chip yelled at each other.

"Shut up Dickwad she's fine. Why do I even waste my time with you two anymore? Fuck both of you. I hope ya'll have a nice fucking life," he growled and slammed the door on his way out.

If I wasn't already hurt, Chip made it worse. I just wanted to eat my soup. Dice built us a fire in his fireplace and came and laid down next to me.

"Fuckin prick I swear to the Devil," he muttered under his breath.

I scooted closer to him, hoping to comfort him. I forgot my face was as jagged as it was. 

"Ouch! What was that?" he says, grabbing his arm.

"I- I just wanted to cuddle," I state.

The regret in his face was evident. He reached out for my hand.

"Oh god, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude," he said.

"It's ok," i sternly reply.

I roll over farther away from him. He pulls me back a bit too hard, making the pulsing headache come back. 

"I didn't say move away, I want you right here beside me," he whispers.

"But I'm hurting you," I whisper back.

"Who said that mattered?" 

"I did,"

"You're not hurting me that bad,"

"I wanna dance, but I can't really get up. If I try to stand, I'll fall." 

"Can I pick you up? I can definitely support you for a song."

"Of course. Turn on the radio first. You know my favorite station,"

"Got it,"

I try to stretch my legs, and get ready to do something other than lay down. I've never stayed in bed this long. Everything felt sore. And the dress I was wearing looked awful with the amount of bodily fluids on it.

"Baby, I wanna change my dress. It's nasty," I groan.

"Do you need help? And what dress would you like?" he yells back, heading towards our closet.

"Bring me the pretty burgundy one. Your favorite," I smile.

He lays it beside me on the bed. 

"Take your time," he says.

I struggle to get the dress off the hanger. Dice comes over and takes it off.

"Do you want me to take off your dress for you?" he asks.

"Yeah, I can't. I feel really weak. Just, try not to look at me too much. The amount of bruises is embarrassing,"

"Nothing about my darling is embarrassing, you're perfect, no matter what happens. It's just a couple of scars, is all. And you can never get me to stop looking at you. Unless you're being serious. I will give you your space," 

He unbuttons my dress and carefully pulls it off, trying not to hurt my delicate head. It was a struggle considering my face might cut it. He quickly puts the other dress on and picks me up.

"Comfortable?" he asks. 

"Yeah," I say.

I was technically standing up, but all my weight was on his body. He twirled us around for a bit, then noticed me getting tired and cradled me like a baby. He looked so pretty just carrying me around. I wanted to kiss him. Then I remembered my face. He doesn't need to be hurt too. It was just us, in the middle of the room. The music softly played, we weren't in time or anything either. My head hurt like nothing in the world, but I just wanted him to know I was happy. 

"You know how much I love you, right?" he whispered. 

"Of course," I spoke, not controlling my volume. 

"Y'know, you're right about one thing," 

"What?"

"It would be nice to have a little house. Not too far away. And the boss would probably let us have it because of your injury,"

"You really think so?" 

"Yeah. He owes it to me after treating me like shit all these years,"

"Can we go and sit with everybody else? I mean, not that I'm not enjoying time with you, but I just wanna go talk to the others. Like we normally do."

"But we got to be careful. You could get seriously hurt."

"There's not that much that could happen though,"

"Are you sure?"

We both laughed because we both knew that everything that could go wrong could and probably would.

"Baby, I can do it."

"Then stand up for thirty seconds by yourself,"

"I can't do that,"

"Then you need to rest,"

"But I wanna talk"

"You won't be alive to talk if you don't rest,"

"Fine."

He puts me back in the bed and kisses my forehead. I felt so helpless that I just wanted to cry. The overwhelming feelings of death washing over me made me sick. I didn't want to die. I really didn't. I wanted to marry him and have kids. Just a daughter. We would name her Gwendolyn. He's too un-committed to  have kids with me though. It makes me feel awful. But, I guess I have to respect his space. He goes and starts hanging up laundry.

"C-can you please hold me? I'm scared," I whine.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be there in just a second."

"You don't have to if you don't want to," 

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because I feel like I'm about to die."

"Baby, you're not going to die,"

"You don't know that,"

"I do know that. I will not let you die,"

"But I'm hideous. I might just kill myself before my face does it," 

"Century. I never want to hear you say that again. You are beautiful."

"I bet you told Agulara that, too"

He rushes to the side of the bed. Grabbing something out of his coat pocket, he kneels down beside the bed. He holds up the gold ring.

"You see this? The engagement ring I gave you? How I promised you that no matter what happens you were mine and I was yours? And I still am. I love you. I will marry you someday. Fuck it, you wanna do it as soon as you get better? I know we were gonna wait but I will do whatever it takes to show you I love you."

"But you have my ring. We're not engaged anymore. Plus, I want you to propose in front of everyone. I want everyone to be jealous."

"Got it. How about tomorrow?"

"Perfect. I wanna see the stupid look on Chip's face,"

"That makes two of us,"

He pushes forward and kisses me. We talked the rest of the night what our house would look like.