His mended heart

Chapter Twenty Four : Promise

As their lips met, his addiction to her caved in. She didn't want sex nor did Tommy they just wanted to feel their lips close together.

Wanting to secure Tommy's promise to her that Tommy intends to keep.
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Rosina gently took a few steps towards the patient's room. Michaels room. She scarcely pushed open the door and tiptoed making sure the door didn't make a loud bang.

She turned around her hands leaving the brass of the knob and walked towards the foot of Michael's bed as he slept all tucked up in his dressing gown. She sat herself down on the uncomfortable hospital chair.

Her heels made a loud clang as they hit stone cold floor. Causing Michael to stir from his slumber, his eyelids slowly fluttered and just about made a picture of her.

"Rose, it's you" He abruptly sat up causing a shoot of pain to run up his spine

"Eh, take it easy" She slowly eased Michael down and fluffed his pillows. Rose relieved him to sit upright to avoid any more pains

"I saw John, his face when the bullets sliced through him" Rosina paused at hallowing memory

Clearing her throat, she sat herself down and poured herself a long drink of whiskey. A gift from one of the poor men they threaten with their stitching of the blades and their so-called protection. 

"You took a risk coming here" Michael smirked, his grin was sly as his ideas were running rapid

"A risk just for me" He smiled. 

Something about the phrase made a chill run through her body,

The sun casts the familiar golden glow. The heartwarming glow of wanting Michael to embrace it

"I need to get up" Michael staggered as he shook the covers off him, the coldness hallowing him

"No, you need to stay in bed" She ushered him back
"Please, Rose" Michael sighed as he manoeuvred his arms around her waist

"Alright but carefully through"

"Can you not do that" She warned unhooking his arms around her

The wounded boy sighed and dropped his arms.
He had to do better

She helped him up her arm around his shoulders. Steadying him, as well as herself with her bump.

With ease and help from Rosina, he sat himself down on the chair that had been suited for him in his condition. As he saw the paperwork that Tommy had opted for him to work on, he sighed and leaned against the crutch Rosina handed him.

"Here, lean forward" Rose leant for a pillow by his bed as she cradled her bump.

Michael leant forward a little bit fast a pain shooting from his side causing him to hiss

"Easy" she warned. He placed the pillow on the back of his chair easing the tension from his back.

"Thanks" He mannered his arm to a lock of hair that was dangling in her eyes and fashioned behind her ear
His hand slowly crept down to her back and gently on her bum. He squeezed the rounded flesh hard not even considering the injuries he had sustained

"No problem, here" She immediately backed off at the physical attention she was receiving. Rosina walked over to the table and handed him her leftover drink with a pencil as well for the paperwork

It had been an hour. Most of the paperwork nearly had been done and finalised. Rosina sat next to Michael with her palm flat against her belly whilst he helped her here and there.

Listening to her ideas, the pencil tapping against his teeth as he gazed at her

"The ring" He pointed the pencil towards the ring that lay on her left wedding finger.