Taken In

Chapter 18

Breo's POV

Sitting up slowly I rub my eyes, wincing slightly from the tenderness in my ribs. I also think I walked too much yesterday because my thigh hurts a little too.

Looking around the room I realise I'm still in my clothes from yesterday, and I'm also laying on the couch. I must've fallen asleep after we got home last night.

Noises in the hallway interrupt my thoughts and I stare at the door immediately, hoping J will come through the door, but he doesn't.

My heart sinks slightly from the disappointment and I think back to the past few weeks. J has been so lovely to me, even though I don't deserve it. However I know I'm starting to get better now, which means I'll have to leave soon. I'm sure he'll be happy to have me gone, but I still appreciate his help while him here.

Repressing my thoughts I get up completely, making my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I turn on the shower in the meantime and instinctively walk back into the bedroom to pick up a new set of pyjamas that are normally left for me on the bed.

Halfway to the bed I realise there's nothing there, and notice the Target bags behind the room door, J must've brought them upstairs. That's so nice of him.

Quickly walking back into the bathroom I spit out my toothpaste and swish some mouthwash around my mouth before returning to main room to unpack the bags.

I bend down gently, trying to carry all the bags in one go without hurting my wrist. I eventually make it to the coffee table in front of the bed and unpack the toiletries, while placing the clothes J got me in a neat pile on couch.

Re-entering the bathroom I remove my clothes and place them in the laundry hamper, before tightening a plastic bag around my cast and getting in the bath. I think I have somewhat perfected my routine after being unable to shower properly for a while too.

Wetting my hair slightly I apply some shampoo, then conditioner and try my best to go through the whole routine without wetting my bandages too much, and after a small eternity I finish up with everything.

I dry my hair slightly and dry the rest of my thoroughly, sitting at the edge of the bath to change the large bandaid on my thigh before entering the bedroom to apply some lotion and put some clothes on.

It isn't night time so I don't think I should wear pyjamas. Instead I opt for some grey sweatpants and a green T shirt we saw in the store, it has flowers on it which is pretty.

With my clothes now on I turn to pooh bear who I've positioned gently on the coffee table. "What do you think?" I ask him with a grin, turning slowly so he can see what I'm wearing in its entirety.

I laugh to myself and sit back on the couch, looking at the tub of leave in conditioner and the tangle brush J got me, placed next to pooh bear.

Normally I'd do this in the bathroom but I'm not good at standing at the moment.

Working the leave in through my hair gently I pick up the brush, tilting my head as close to my hand as possible so I wouldn't have to lift it as much. I try to ignore the slight burning in my chest from lifting my arms up for so long because I really need to detangle my hair, but it's getting frustrating.

I hear a knock at the door and turn to it immediately, watching J walk in not long after.

"Hello." I say somewhat enthusiastically, feeling a little tired from my attempt to detangle my hair.

"Hey." J says with a smile as he walks in. I watch him for a moment as he makes his way to the couch across from me- he's gorgeous.

"You okay?"