Not So Delicate ||18+

Brooklyn ~59~

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of blood, mentions of suicide.

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Another day has passed and I was alone again. Yesterday, Zachary stayed with me for a few hours before he had to leave. Today, no one came. The nurses were the only ones who kept me company, but that didn't last long since they left immediately after making sure everything was okay.

I had begged them to give me painkillers. And after one of them left to ask for permission, I was prescribed some medicine that would dull the pain. It helped a lot since I could stand and walk to go pee now.

I was able to lay on my side now, this time I lay upside down on the bed. My head where my feet should be. I was able to look out the window now. The sky was a clear blue, the clouds fluffy and white. There were no signs of any buildings or skyscrapers so we weren't in the city. And the sound of seagulls gave away that we were close to a beach.

'You'll never be 100% safe with us.'

His words echo in my mind. Could I live with that fact? I mean, Joshua wasn't one of their enemies. He was mine. And I couldn't help but think about what would've happened to me if I wasn't with the men. Would I have gotten out of there alive..?

'But that doesn't mean we won't try 100% to keep you safe.'

I didn't doubt that one bit. I knew they would try to keep me safe. But I didn't want that. I didn't want to burden them with the responsibility of making sure my head stayed on my shoulders. I wanted them to take care of themselves. And by the looks of it, that was the last thing they were doing.

Zachary had looked so exhausted and pale yesterday. He even had a little beard. I've never seen him with stubble, let alone a beard. Callan had looked so out of it. I knew he wasn't sleeping properly. None of them were.

Atticus... I didn't look at him long enough to see what was happening to him. But I could smell it. He smelt of nothing but liquor and smoke. Because of me, they stopped taking care of themselves. I hated it.

I felt a finger touch my forehead, making me ground myself back into reality. I look up to see Callan. He also had a little stubble, but it looked like he had shaved it and it grew back. His finger stayed on my forehead, his eyes staring into mine. Just like Zachary yesterday, he was void of emotion.

We both said nothing, we just stayed still in this position. His jaw ticked and he closed his eyes for a moment before looking at me again. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss on my forehead.

He moved away and came around the bed, lying beside me. I turn my head to look at him, seeing his eyes already closed. I couldn't help but smile. I reached over and grabbed the pole, adjusting it so I could lay differently.

I look back at Callan to see his eyes open and looking at me. His eyes moved to the pole and sighed.

"It'll be easier if you just ate something..." He says softly, looking at the needle in my hand. I shake my head softly. "Why not?"

"I can't keep it down," I whisper, making him sigh. He sits up and looks down at me.

"Let's try, yes? Please.." He asks, making me hesitate. I didn't want to eat right now, but the look in his eyes made me want to shove food down my throat. "Something simple. How about a PB&J sandwich?"

I shake my head.

"Nutella crepes?"

I shake my head again.

"You gotta help me out here, my angel." He sighs. I replicate him and exhale softly.

"Do whatever," I mumble, my throat feeling scratchy from not talking. He gives me a look, making me roll my eyes. "A sandwich."