The Protectors; Book 3

Yes to the Dress

Keeva's POV:

"YOU GUYS ARE GETTING MARRIED AND WAITED 3 WEEKS TO TELL ME?!" Fox whines.
"We didn't want to overwhelm you!" I laugh.
"I've been cooped up in this miserable joint for 3 long weeks Keevs! 3!" She rolls her eyes, "I could've done with some good news."
"Sorry." Kip signs and frowns.
"I hope this is an apology?" I hold up a paper.

It's a temporary release form. It basically says that Fox can leave the hospital for a couple of hours.

"Ooh! What's that for?" She smiles.
"To try on dresses for the bridesmaids and the bride." She smiles.
Fox's expression turns into a thousand yard stare.
"Dresses." She raises her eyebrows.
"Bridesmaids dresses." I nod.
She points to herself. I nod. She groans.
"Suit?" She asks hopefully.
"Just this once? For me?" I ask smiling as brightly as I can.
"It depends on the dress. And you owe me one. A MASSIVE favor." She signs dejectedly.
"Yay!" I grin.
"Let me get dressed and I'll meet you in the lobby." She shakes her head.

Foxete's POV:

I change into clothes that would be easy to take off. That's when I notice the scars.
They would be easily seen in a dress.

I look over at a chair. My binder sits untouched. I asked Dex to bring it along jacket I got from Acron.
If I wear a dress, I can't wear that.

Nobody, not even Illoha knows I use a binder.

    It's only for days that are bad. I don't know how to explain it. I just get... self conscious. Not like there's much to be self conscious about. I'm not ashamed of being... feminine... I suppose. I just don't feel right. It's odd. I've needed it a lot more recently. I take off my shirt and look in the mirror to look closer at the scars. I've never been a fan of mirrors. I've always looked... boyish. No figure. Rough. It's even more obvious now. Scars cover my body.

Someone knocks on the door and I put my shirt back on.

"Come in," I call out.
A female doctor comes in, "I just want to give you a check up before you leave." She smiles.
I nod, "As long as I get to breathe fresh air." I sigh.
The woman looks at my scared arms for a moment. Her eyes linger on each one almost like she's trying to tell where each one is from.
"The other Bonnie likes knives." I say before she can open her mouth, "That's why there's so many."
She nods quickly, almost embarrassed.
"Will you be okay leaving the facility? Do you feel the need to hurt yourself or others?" She asks.
"No. I only want to help Keeva celebrate her wedding. Then kill Freddy." I sigh.
"Alright. Be back soon." She nods, "And please... take it easy. Try not to trigger yourself."

Dresses.
Something I swore off years ago.
Not that they're not pretty, they just aren't my style.
Now more then ever with these scars.

Would I really want to risk triggering myself at Keeva's wedding for a dress?

Keeva's POV:

    I wait for Fox in the lobby. She comes down in a baggy shirt and exercise leggings. It almost seems odd to not see Fox in her armor or training gear.... Or a hospital gown..
"Ready?" I ask.
"As I'll ever be." She sighs, "Hey Keevs I wanted to..." she trails off as Illoha approaches.
"You what?" I ask.
"Nevermind." She looks at her feet, tense. "Let's go."
I forgot I invited Illoha too.
"Where's Kip?" Illoha asks.
"He left. It's not traditional for him to see my dress." I smile.
"Well, you'll be the prettiest bride I know." Illiana hugs me from behind.
"Great reunion, but can we leave the lobby? I want out of this hellhole." Fox looks around uncomfortably.
"Of course!" Illiana smiles at Fox, "How are you feeling, Captain?"
Fox smiles weakly, "Fine."