✰𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝✰- 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

✰𝟐𝟐. 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤

✰𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞

✰𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:✰

I woke up to whispers and loud voices in response. No sound in particular woke me up, just the change in the room and the newfound sounds coming from both parties. My head was still in the crook of Dally's neck and he had a hand on my lower back, he didn't have any aggression but he was holding his hand onto me tight. I could tell he didn't have any intent to hurt me though, and it didn't hurt, it felt like how it was supposed to be. Dally's touch was somehow always perfect. It was like he knew exactly what to do. I never felt even a slight urge to move away, I was always more comfortable with his hands on me.

Curse words flew out of Dally's mouth as he noticed me stirring awake. With the month he spent with me and me alone he learned to notice a lot of the little things, he could tell when I was waking up and when I was falling asleep before I could even register what was going on myself. He knew I was awake just by the way my body moved and the way my breathing changed.

I felt like the luckiest alive to not have had a horrid nightmare during the night. The most my mind could construct was a small scene of the soc boy shooting me instead of Dally, but I would have preferred that. I would rather I be laid up in the hospital bed and not Dally. It was more of a normal dream than a nightmare I was prepared for.

Dally's foul mouth as if he was a sailor woke me up fully. The constant profanity flying from his mouth dragged me quickly out of the groggy state that one is in after just waking up and threw me into full alertness. I was confused what he was causing such a scene about and insecurity flew through my head as I realized that he could be mad about my awakening. I hoped with everything in me that he hadn't cursed that storm just because I lived to see another day.

I shot up from my original position and Dally quickly placed his hand on my hip to pull me back down to him. "It's fine doll. My dumb friends just woke you up that's all. Didn't mean to scare you." Dally said, and upon hearing "friends" I adjusted my position. I laid on my back with my head rested on Dally's chest, Dally's arm was under my neck and his hand rested on my waist where he could feel my breathing slightly. I enjoyed hearing his heartbeat, he provided me unintentional comfort as his heart beat at a normal rate. I liked the constant reminder that he was alive and ok.

I had forgotten that Dally's friends were going to come visit him in the morning. A lot of last night was a blur so I didn't blame myself for forgetting, but I did feel slightly envious. Dally had a hoard of people surrounding his bedside the day after his injury and the only people I had were Dally, the nurses, and my dad begging me to legally stop relying on him, and he didn't even show up for a couple days after my crash.

I was happy for him that he had lots of people who cared about him, but I couldn't help but be jealous. A part of me wished it were just me and him, waking up side by side, eating the awful hospital breakfast together, kissing each other on the cheek and lips, and repairing the relationship that I burned down, my self hatred acting as the dreaded match, but my thoughts were selfish after all.

Dally deserved to have all of his friends see him, and probably didn't want to be alone with me in a calm state anyway. A state where we would have to speak or the room would fill with silence just as fast as it would fill with smoke in a house fire. I thought that the tension and stress is what prevented it from being awkward last night when it was just us alone. I feared it would be awkward and tense and I think he did as well. But it would happen eventually regardless of our feelings, I had already agreed to explain myself to him in detail, and I would follow through with my word unless he didn't want me to do so. I liked to stick to my word.

It made sense why I was hearing two voice levels now though. Dally had been whispering as to not wake me up from my sleeping state and his friends were talking in their normal, but loud, tones. He was angry at them for speaking normally and potentially waking me up, even though they didn't. I wouldn't be able to convince him though, he would think I was just being polite.