One shots || fem reader

I'll hold your hand || Ava Silva

"Wanna see something cool?" Ava whispered to you as Sister Frances was walking out of her room

"Sure!" you smiled

Ava looked at the older woman and you could see her right hand move slightly as she extended her middle finger. You both chuckled at her action, which drew the attention on you.

"What makes you laugh so much?" Sister Frances asked, clearly annoyed

"Oh, Ava just cracked a very funny joke. Nothing you could get I'm afraid" you replied with a little smirk

You could see her jaw clench from afar, and you were sure she was holding back not to hit you both in that moment. It wasn't a secret; she never liked neither of you, and you didn't like her either.

She didn't say anything to that and left the room, muttering under her breath.

You looked at Ava, who was already looking at you, and you both laughed again.

"That was hilarious!" she finally said after her laughter calmed down

"I know, I am so funny"

"And so modest too"

You chuckled and wiped away a few tears on Ava's cheeks, caused by her laugh.

"Thank you"

"Don't thank me. Soon you'll be able to do it yourself, I'm sure of it" you smiled

"You think?"

"Yeah! Look at you, flipping her off like that! You'll be walking in no time"

You kneeled on the floor and rested your chin on her bed with a smile.

"Give me your hand"

You complied and held her hand softly, your eyes never leaving her face. You knew what she was trying to do, it had become part of your daily routine now. Her fingers moved slightly, not quite reaching your hand.

Ava swore under her breath, and her fingers stopped moving. You stroked her hair gently, trying to reassure her.

"You're doing great, you're almost there"

She shook her head.

"You only say that so I don't feel worse..." she took a deep breath "I promise I'll hold your hand, one day. Hug you even"

Your smile got bigger.

"I know. I know you will. I believe in you, I'm so proud of the progress you've made already" you punctuated your words with a gentle squeeze on her hand, even if you knew she could barely feel it

Your words made her feel warm inside, a feeling she almost only had when you were there. As she couldn't leave her bed, your presence helped her and made her days better.

You would watch tv together, criticize everything and everyone, joke, laugh, sometimes you would even read to her. She found your voice so calming and soothing, she could listen to you talk for hours.

Right before Sister Frances came, you were actually reading her one of the only books the older woman let you buy after you annoyed her with it for a really long time: The Shinning. You were almost finished, there were less than a hundred pages left.

"I better go back to my room. Sister Frances would be capable of keeping me away from you if we keep pissing her off today"

"What about the book? You said it was almost the end!"

"It is! I promise to read it to you tomorrow"

You smiled as you got up, the book in your hand, before bending down again to kiss her forehead. You didn't leave her room without a cheerful 'goodnight!', only met by an eye roll and a barely audible 'goodnight'.