Love Therapy

Chapter 2

They wheel Kylie out to the parking lot and help her into Mel's car, Malia slides in next to her. "Ruby, do you mind getting Ky's things? I gotta make some calls and shit." Mel asks her. Ruby nods. "Of course." She turns to Kylie in the back seat. "I'll grab your things and I'll drop them, alright hon?" She rubs her hand. Kylie smiles. "Thanks Rube." They drive back to Kylie's apartment.

Mel parks the car and hurries to open the door for Kylie. "Lia, help me out, would you?" She asks. Malia quickly opens her door and runs to the other side. Mel grabs Kylie's crutches as Kylie leans on Malia for support. The smell of her shampoo floods her nostrils. Vanilla. They make their way to the building and enter the elevator. Mel presses on Kylie's floor before her phone rings. She checks the caller ID. "Fucking shit!" She curses. "What?" They both look at her. Mel sighs. "It's your dad." She answers. "Yes, Alex?" The rest of the conversation was mumbles as Mel tries to reason with Kylie's father. "That's not my fault." The elevator dings as they reach Kylie's floor. Mel motions for them to go ahead without, assuming she'll just catch up. Malia helps Kylie to her front door. Malia reaches into her pocket and pulls out the spare key to Kylie's apartment that she keeps.

She opens the door and helps her inside. They walk to the couch and she helps Kylie sit down. She gently lifts her leg and places a pillow under it. "We need to keep that elevated. Do you have an ice pack?" She asks. Kylie nods. "Freezer." Malia goes to her kitchen and opens the freezer. She grabs the ice pack and a small cloth. She wraps the cloth around the ice pack as she walks back to Kylie and gently sets it on her leg. "Thanks, Maliki." She smiles. "Of course, Kylie-boo." Malia smiles back. "How's your leg?" Kylie sighs. "It hurts, not gonna lie. Can you hand me my painkillers please?" Malia nods and goes to get them out of the pharmacy bag. She opens the cabinets and gets a glass out. She fills it with water and brings it over to Kylie. Kylie takes her medicine and places the cup on her coffee table.

"Thanks, hopefully it doesn't take long to kick in." Kylie sighs as she leans back. "No dancing and physical therapy, you think you can handle that?" Malia asks her. "I know dancing is your life." Kylie sighs. "Yeah, it is. But I'll do what i have to. And right now, i need to get better. I don't want to be the reason the tour gets postponed or cancelled." Malia nods. "I know, Kylie. But don't push yourself, ok? It'll only make things worse." Kylie groans. "I know, but i hate this. I can't dance, i can't walk by myself. How am i gonna use the restroom? How am i gonna shower?" Malia shrugs. "I can help you." Kylie stares at her. "I don't know...." "Oh come on, we're friends. Best friends at that. I've already seen you naked. You've slept over plenty of times and borrowed plenty of my clothes. It's no big deal." Kylie shakes her head. "It is to me. I don't want you to have to baby me." "I'm not. I just want to help with whatever you need help with. If you think you can change out of your pants alone, then you do that. If not, I'll help you. If you can walk to the kitchen by yourself and get food or water, feel free to. But if you feel like you can't get up or get out of bed, let me know and I'll help you." Malia smiles. Kylie sighs and hugs her. "Thank you, Maliki. I don't know what i would do without you." "Of course, Kylie."

"No, i gotta go. I gotta go, Alex!" Mel hangs up as she enters Kylie's apartment. "Did you just hang up on my dad?" Kylie laughs. "Yes, i did. I'm glad that he worries, as any good dad should, but for the love of god...." Mel sighs. Kylie laughs. "Did you call my mom yet?" "No, although I'm sure your da-" her phone rings. Mel groans. "I'm going to kill that man." She whispered before she picks up and walks outside again. "Hi Carol...." Malia looks at Kylie. "So, what did you wanna do? Movie night? Since you can't really get up and move as much?" Kylie smiles. "Do i have a choice?" Malia shrugs. "What did you want? Disney? Hulu? Netflix? Prime? Max? Peacock?" Kylie looks at her shocked. "I don't even have half of those." Malia smiles. "No, but i do. We could use my account if you want?" Kylie sighs. "Alright, since i literally can't get out of this." She looks at her leg on the couch. Malia laughs and grabs the remote.

"Ok! Remember to take it easy. Keep off that leg. At least until Monday, please. You have physical therapy at 8AM and i want you back here, every time. I want you to keep off that leg unless you're in therapy. Got it?" Mel warns as she comes back in. Kylie nods. "Yes ma'am." "Good, now i gotta go but I'll check in later today or tomorrow." She bends down and gives Kylie a hug. "Lia, take good care of her." Mel raises her eyebrow. "I promise." "Good, now give me a hug." Malia stands and hugs her before Mel leaves. "Oh, and use protection!" She shouts as she closes the door. "Oh my god, Mel!" Kylie shouts. They both laugh as Malia sits back down. It was no doubt that Mel ships them, whether as a friendship, or more. She was supportive, while never really questioning anything. They were all very well aware of the fans shipping them together, despite their age difference, which really, is only a year and a half.

"I swear to god, i can't with Mel." Malia shakes her head. "I don't know how you did thirteen years." Kylie shrugs. "She wasn't as bad when i first met her. It wasn't until she became my manager that she started....yeah." "Becoming more protective." Malia smiles. "Yeah, but at least i know she cares." Kylie smiles. "We all care, Kylie." She checks the time. "Oh damn, it's already past midnight?" Kylie looks at the clock on the stove in her kitchen. "Yeah, i guess so. We should get some sleep." Malia nods and stands up before handing Kylie her crutches. She helps her stand and they walk over to Kylie's room. Kylie turns on a lamp as Malia closes the door. "I think you still have some clothes here." Kylie rummages through her dresser to find some of Malia's clothes that she left here from when she previously slept over. She turns around and hands them to her. "Thanks Kylie." Malia takes them and starts changing.

Kylie grabs some pajamas and changes her shirt. She struggles to take off her pants as Malia puts her shirt on. She hurries over and bends down in front of Kylie. "Here, let me help." She grabs the hem of her pants and helps her pull them down, her fingers grazing the skin of Kylie's legs. Kylie tenses under her touch. "I didn't hurt you, did i?" Malia asks. "No, you didn't. Don't worry." She smiles. Malia smiles back before she helps her out of it completely. She grabs the pajama shorts and helps Kylie into them. She gasps quietly as her fingers graze against the skin of her butt. "Did i hurt you?" Malia asks. "No, you're fine." Kylie whispered. "Let's just get some sleep." Malia nods and grabs one of the extra pillows Kylie has. She lifts Kylie's leg and places it under. "Gotta keep it elevated." She smiles. "Thanks Maliki." "You're welcome Kylie-boo." She cuddles up to Kylie and lays her head on Kylie's chest. This was normal for them, they cuddle all the time when they have sleepovers. So why was Kylie feeling like she's about to have a heart attack? Exhaustion soon kicked in and it was then that she realized just how tired how body was. She caves in and falls asleep cuddled up to Malia.