❝This will be our last meeting, with me as your doctor.❞
With a sense of determination, I made my way to Lloyd's room, my steps punctuated by the echoes of the hallowed halls. Today, an unusual warmth permeated the air between Zane and me. Our previously awkward silences were absent as he escorted me to my patient's room and greeted me with a genuine smile.
We both shared in the hopeful anticipation of liberating the Ninja from their confinement's. Our spirits buoyed by the prospect, we reveled in the knowledge that soon, justice would be served.
In addition to this, Zane and I had navigated a delicate path, one that, despite his admission of love for me, allowed us to maintain a companionship defined by friendship and physical intimacy. We navigated this new territory with aplomb, comfortable with the current arrangement.
Before reaching Lloyd's room, I had seen to Skyler's safety, ensuring she arrived at school on time. Misako, her presence a calming force, had been attending to Lloyd, guiding him in his recovery. Each of these events, seemingly disparate, conspired to create an atmosphere of progress and harmony.
Upon arriving at Lloyd's room, the air thick with the scent of sterilization, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. The circumstances, once fraught with tension and uncertainty, now seemed to be aligning in a cosmic dance of favorable outcomes.
Bidding Zane farewell, I pushed open the door to Lloyd's room with a confident flourish. At the sound, he turned, his eyes meeting mine. A smile graced his lips, revealing perfectly straight teeth, a stark contrast to the chaos that had once ensnared him.
His hair, a shade of blonde akin to sun-kissed wheat, cascaded over his chiseled features, framing his face with an ethereal halo. His piercing green eyes burned with an intensity that belied his youthful appearance. At the sight, my heart swelled with pride at the transformation that had taken place.
An immediate distinction caught my eye – the absence of handcuffs. No longer restrained, his spirit soared free, unencumbered by the tangible reminders of his previous confinement. He exuded happiness, the sort of joy that radiated from within, rendering him almost unrecognizable from the sullen, bitter boy I had first encountered.
As I opened my mouth to greet him, Lloyd, unable to contain his enthusiasm, launched himself forward, propelling him towards me like a projectile. Our bodies collided, a warm embrace forming as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close.
His head, soft and warm, nestled into the crook of my shoulder, a sign of trust and vulnerability I cherished. "I've been waiting to hug you for so long," he murmured, the words carrying the weight of time.
His grip, while gentle, conveyed a sense of ownership. As if he feared that, in the blink of an eye, I might vanish, leaving him alone once again.
A giggle, a musical release of amusement, escaped my lips as I returned his embrace, the warmth of his body a comforting cocoon. "I see you're happy to be out of the cuffs?" I inquired playfully, my tone light and teasing.
Lloyd's response, a hushed murmur, revealed the depth of his gratitude. "Yes, thank you so much." His words, laden with sincerity, resonated with the weight of the burden he had shed.
"Don't thank me," I admonished gently, my voice a tender ripple. "Zane played a great part in this too, okay?" My words served as a reminder, an acknowledgment of the integral role Zane had played in their joint liberation.
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Fanfiction➛ Y/N, a young man shouldering the weight of responsibility that comes with being the only breadwinner for his family, grapples with the fallout of his parents' untimely passing. Left to single-handedly support his little sister, Y/N frantically app...
