✔ Far Cry | JJK x OC

Chapter 75 // The turn of the tide

"Aein?"

Leah took a deep breath, awaking from her slumber lazily. The whisper near her ear was comforting and that added to the familiar scent and colorful sleeve tattoo around her had her stretching languidly.

Only to grimace with the chest pain, "Hmm?"

"I'm going to get us breakfast."

She sighed as he kissed her head, "We need to talk to Aaden."

"I know," he assured her. He had managed to convince her to sleep the night before and was expecting her to mention it. Unlike her, he had been awake for a while. "I'll go and get him too, so just stay in bed, okay?"

She rubbed her eyes to wake up, grimacing with the pain from around her left eye. The morning light shone through the window and she had adjusted to it by the time she turned to him. "You don't have to do everything yourself, you know."

"You're recovering," he said simply, brushing the curls out of her face.

"And you still woke me up?" She raised an eyebrow with a jesting tone but he nodded.

"You woke up frightened every time I had to leave the room yesterday," he recalled with a line between his eyebrows.

"I— I'm sorry."

"No, there's no reason to apologize." He never stopped caressing her bruised jaw, "I just wanted you to know that I'm going and where so that you're at ease."

She closed her eyes for a moment before facing him again, "You're so good to me, thank you."

He twisted his nose ever so slightly, "If I was, this would have never happened."

"Kook."

"I know," he settled by cupping her cheek. "But you can't blame me for wishing you had never gone through this."

"No, I can't," she agreed softly before pressing a kiss to his hand. "But I made it and that's all that matters."

He pursed his lips and his legs shifting while intertwined with hers told of how unsettled he was, "At what cost? I thought you'd be able to sleep finally—"

"And I did," she assured him firmly. "I did, in your arms."

She pulled the IV line so she could embrace him closely and he sighed in the crook of her neck. He knew that was partially true, but he still worried how all of that could have traumatized her physically and mentally.

She drew back, "I'm hungry."

Her playful smile was enough for him to purse his lips and steal a peck before getting up, "I'm going, I'm going."

He didn't let go of her hand immediately; he sat on the bed with his legs out, trying to gain the courage to move away from her when a pair of lips brushed his shoulder. He turned to find her withdrawing back against the pillows with a smile on her wounded lips. She was ready to let go of his hand but then she stopped.

She raised his hand and pulled it closer to observe his wrist.

"You're burned!"

He tried pulling his hand but she kept it firmly nearby. "I'm fine."

"Fine?!" Her green eyes were wide and dark with annoyance and he chuckled, rubbing his face with his free hand. "Is this funny to you, mister?" She was almost fuming and didn't wait for his reply; she crawled over the bed to get up, "I made some salves before I—"

He caught her off balance and pulled her hand so she'd fall over the bed gently. Immediately, her lips pulled in a sulk, even as he leaned and supported his hand on the other side of her to keep her closely in place. "See how annoyed you get with such a little thing?"