Daddy, please.

Awakening

Waking up the next morning I found myself to be enveloped in warmth, and pain. The beating id received a mere twelve hours before certainly reeked havoc on my frail body. I groaned as the slight movement of stretching made my ribs ache and sent my mind down the spiral path of inconceivable pain. I laid perfectly still until the pain died down enough for me to look around and take in my surroundings.

Across from the bed which was below the window, blocking out the sunlight with black curtains, was a deep purple dresser that almost looked black. Directly in front of the bed was a decently sized closet and at the head of the bed there was a nightstand of which its colour matched the dresser. On the nightstand there was a cute little white lamp. I remained laying there, drinking in the beauty of the simplicity of the room.

From beside me, I felt Alex shift in his sleep slightly, which drew my gaze towards his vulnerably sleeping figure. His hair was tousled and strewn all over his face while his eyelashes laid delicately upon his slightly flushed cheeks. His mouth was open just the slightest bit, but thankfully he wasn't snoring.

I rolled over onto my side, groaning at the immense pain the movement caused me and closed my eyes until the pounding ache subsided. Once my vision was no longer swimming with little black dots, I lifted my left arm and brought it close to Alex's face, poking the spot where I'd memorized his dimple to be.

Mumbling incoherently, Alex swatted my hand away before his eyes slowly fluttered open, and his hazel eyes met my grey ones.

"Morning, sleeping beauty." I teased him with a small smile.

"Morning," he grumbled, burying his head in the pillow and pretending to snore.

"I know you don't snore when you sleep so quit pretending." I laughed lightly before wincing at the intense pain in my ribs from such a small action.

"Shit, are you okay?" He quickly pulled himself up from the pillow and looked at me closely before his gaze fell upon my ribs, and I smiled at him sheepishly.

"It kinda hurts, a lot." I told him honestly, trying to breathe deeply through the pain to Make it pass, but it only seemed to make it stronger.

"I should've taken you to the hospital last night. God, I'm so sorry. I'm so stupid." He looked at me worriedly, examining every part of my body to gauge how bad my injuries were. "Shit it looks bad."

"Don't say that, you're not stupid. And it's okay. A lot happened. It slipped my mind too. Let's just get ready and go?" I looked at him uncertainly. I didn't want to make him do something he didn't want to do, and if that meant I didn't go to the hospital, I could live with it.

"Yeah," he said, standing from the bed and pulling his pants from the day before back on. Any other time I likely would've blushed and hid my face, but now was just not the time. "Let me help you up." He murmured as he leaned towards me, offering me his hands. I gladly took them and he helped slowly ease me into a sitting position. The pain was brutal, but I'd felt worse.

"Okay, now try to stand up. Slowly." He encouraged as my face crinkled in pain and I had to bite down on my lip to keep myself from crying out in pain. He lightly grabbed my waist with one hand, keeping a hold of my left hand with his other, and gently pulled me into a standing position.

"Umm, I need clothes." I blushed as I looked down at my disgusting, bruised, and overly exposed body.

"Just put my sweater on." He said, turning back to me and helping slide my arms into his sweater before zipping it up.

"Thank you." I said once I was able to breathe normally without pain stabbing me in the lungs every two seconds.

"Don't worry about it." He murmured before leaning in to give me a fleeting kiss on the forehead. If my body wasn't in such agony I probably would've freaked out over that. "We should go. Hopefully we don't have to wait too long." Alex said, mostly to himself as he left the room quickly and came back soon after with two Tylenol and a glass of water. I smiled at him in way of saying thanks and quickly downed the pills even though raising my arms killed.

The entire twenty minute drive to the hospital, all Alex did was ask if I was okay or if I was in pain and every time he asked all I could do was smile at him and say I was fine.

Under different circumstances I probably would've melted inside at how cute it was that he was worrying over me. However the pain was the only thing I could focus on at the moment.

After spending two hours waiting in the emergency room, going through three different X-rays and being touched more than I had ever been comfortable with, I finally had the verdict. I had a concussion, likely from when I hit my head. My ribs were bruised, badly, but the doctor said I was lucky to have not broken any. And my right ankle was sprained, not sure how that happened, but it did.

I left with my ankle wrapped and a prescription for a ton of OxyContin for the pain, and the usual speech about how to deal with my injuries and what to look for in the case of something going wrong.

Basically, not only was I messed up on the inside, but I was now messed up on the outside as well. And I had none other than my own father to thank for both.

Thankfully, Alex didn't leave my side the entire time, aside from during the X-rays. But even then he still fought to try and be with me. I appreciated it more than I thought he'd ever understand because for once, I wasn't alone. There was someone actually trying to be there for me, and it made me feel like just this one time, I mattered.

Once we got back to Alex's, and now my, place, he would not let me leave the couch. If I needed something, he got it for me. If I had to pee, he carried me. My wish was his command. It was pretty sweet.

Laying there, basically all I could do was watch some rerun of a show I'd seen ten times over, or think. I chose the latter.

Alex had been so kind to me that entire time, and I didn't know how I'd ever repay him. There's no payment great enough for making someone feel important; there's just nothing that compares. But that wouldn't stop me from trying my best to give him something amazing in return.

He didn't even know me. He saw me for what, an hour in the diner? And then maybe two hours at the carnival? I even told him to leave me alone, yet he's stuck by my side this entire time. I don't know what it means, if it means anything. But I'm not gonna look too far into it. I'm just gonna appreciate it and hope that he stays for a while.