Oneshots - Kayce Dutton Book 2

Peace of Therapy

Request - Can you do one where you come to visit Kayce when he's in physical therapy? Like how when John was in it, but this time it's Kayce. And he's struggling but you help him and it turns out that he wants you there each time because you make him stronger? 

You pulled into the parking lot, knowing you were a bit early. Every Tuesday and Thursday, Kayce had his physical therapy appointment. He had been shot twice (a sick game he played with his father who got shot more sometimes) and he was learning how to use his left arm again. Had the bullet been two inches over, Kayce wouldn't be here. The joking stopped after screaming that at him one night. 

This was his third week at PT and you usually picked him up. It had always been the same. Kayce was sore, moody, and quiet until later on in the evening after each appointment. You glanced at the clock and saw you were about twenty minutes early. Thinking that you didn't know what Kayce went through, you decided to see for yourself. 

Walking inside, you told the receptionist you were here for Kayce and she pointed you back to a smaller gym. Glancing around, you saw Kayce in the far corner with one of the therapists. He had a medium-sized medicine ball that he was currently holding against his chest and twisting around. He looked in pain, sweating slightly and his arms were shaking. 

You hated that Kayce was going through this. He was an active person, who wouldn't be if you were Livestock Commissioner and the heir to the largest ranch in Montana? You slowly walked over to him. 

His therapist looked up at you from where he was kneeling in front of Kayce. You offered the guy a small smile and nodded to Kayce. The therapist reached for the ball and took it from Kayce.

"Alright, Kayce," He stood up. "Water break and we'll just do some cardio to wrap this time up." 

"Whatever," Kayce mumbled and your frowned. 

Seems like he was moody to everyone, not just you. Kayce stood up slowly, groaning as he reached for his water. But when he glanced in the mirror and saw you, he stopped and whipped around. 

"What'er you doing here?" He asked you. 

"Hello to you too," You snapped right back to him. 

Kayce was breathing hard as he took another sip of his water. You looked at his therapist. 

"Can I walk with him?" You asked nicely. "Give you a break."

"It's alright, ma'am," The guy smiled. "I can handle the Commissioner." 

"I know," You nodded, then looked at Kayce. "But I can actually kick his ass." 

Kayce glared at you but it didn't matter. Two minutes later you were walking around the indoor track they had in the facility. Kayce was still breathing hard, but you were told that was normal for right now and the strain on his body. 

"You still didn't answer why you're here," Kayce looked at you. 

"Because I care about your ass," You put your hands in the pockets of your jacket. "And you're not my Kayce...you're mean, angry..."

"I got shot, Y/N," Kayce sighed. "My whole fucking family got ambushed."

"I was there," You stopped walking and faced him. "I remember thank you...I also remember the call saying you were shot." 

Kayce looked guilty now.

"I remember being told they didn't think you'd make it." Your eyes watered. "I was covered in your father's blood in the helicopter with him...but my mind was with you." 

You stopped and took a breath, not wanting to cry right here. 

"I kept trying to think what the last thing I said to you was," You told him. "When our last kiss was...I tried to remember that last time I said that I loved you...because heaven forbid if God was gonna take you away from me, that I'll be damned if we didn't have those moments to focus on...and as I waited in the hospital with you for four days to wake up...I was a fucking wreck."