↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 ー 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐋𝐈𝐕 ー 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬

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Thick fog blinds the windows to the outside world. Sierra can't bear to look outside anyway. It's easier to be isolated by grey and white than to face the rest of the world.

The mirror is ignored also. She knows what she looks like, she doesn't need to see it with her tired eyes. While she slept for a few hours after sobbing into a deep slumber, she woke up multiple times through the night by unwanted nightmares.

Their horror-stricken faces are burned into her mind, ready to follow her into her dreams the moment she closes her eyes. She lost count how many times she'd stirred suddenly. Each time she jolted awake she was wrapped up in strong arms and consoled by both men.

Kaden left early this morning for business, although it took a lot of convincing and reassurance for him to leave. It gave him peace of mind to know his brother would be close by in case she needs someone.

What he didn't know is after he left the house, she pushed Grayson away and asked for space. That didn't stop him hovering to check on her every half hour. Silent and stealthy to avoid her noticing him by the door.

She pushes her hair from her face, fumbling with the charger cable for her phone. It slips from unsteady hands and lands by her feet. She huffs, picking it up and turning to plug it into the wall without tending to the tangles.

Except her leg bumps against the table and she instantly recoils with a sharp gasp. The foot of the bed catches her when she crumbles. A hand resting over the dressing where spots of red begin to seep through the fabric.

She wipes the stray tears with the back of her other hand. Breathes a curse then rests her weight on her good leg, preparing for the pain that will shoot through her injured one.

Grayson puts his phone down when she slowly approaches. Given that she's wearing one of Kaden's shirts, his eyes instantly dart to the red staining the bandages. She keeps her eyes down.

"Can you take a look at it please."

He nods his head. She sits on the sofa and props her leg up on the coffee table, despising the iciness of the surface against her skin. While she observes his skilled fingers carefully unravelling the dressing, she swiftly averts her attention once it's removed.

He faintly smiles. Of course Trey did his best work.

He's gently cleaning the blood, gauging her face for hints of discomfort of pain. The second he nears the wound she hisses, grabbing his hand to stop his movements. He pauses what he's doing to meet her round eyes.

"Sorry." His voice is soft.

Slowly she retracts her hand. His are unbelievably warm and treating her with the kindness she deserves. Careful movements, featherlight touches. Soon enough fresh dressing is wrapped around her thigh and secured in place.

Warmth continues to spread through her because his hand is still splayed on her thigh. Neither of them move it. Truthfully, neither of them want to.

"You said it gets easier. Doesn't feel like it."

"It will. It's not instant."

"Was for you."

"'S different."

"I'm glad you both got there. Kaden was right I would've regretted it."