✰𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝✰- 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

✰𝟐𝟓. 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

✰𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞

✰𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:✰

After Dally tested my lipstick far longer than what was necessary I said that we should probably leave the house so I wouldn't be late to work. I wanted to soak up the moment, and I could make out with Dally for an eternity and be content with my life, but I didn't want Buck to get aggravated with me. I was pretty desperate to keep the job, and it was my first day back to work in a week, the first time I tried to return clearly didn't end well for anyone involved. I couldn't have Buck get annoyed at my antics and fire me.

I was dreading going back to work and my continuous lifestyle returning back to me, but I was also ready to return to what I considered normal. I didn't like being thrown off and the past month had been paralyzing since my only option was to stay in bed and wait out my injuries. My normal was constantly working and being on my toes, and it was odd to lay in bed forcefully for a month. I enjoyed staying with Dally more than I enjoyed being pent up myself though. I hated seeing him hurt and wished I could've taken his pain, but bedrest was h**l to my overworked mind.

Dally's wound still had to be bandaged up even after he got let out of the hospital. It was fine to walk on but still raw. They sent us home with handfuls of gauze and medication in my arms, not Dally's. He refused to take the stuff and said that his leg was "good enough to heal on its own." The nurses told him he was strong but it didn't work like that, Dally would just shrug.

I'm surprised the doctors didn't need an eye exam after seeing Dally from rolling their eyes so much at him and every word that came out of his mouth directed towards them. The nurses might as well have had their eyes closed the whole time Dally was in their care. I don't think an entire lifetime in nursing school could have prepared the nurses to take care of a patient like Dally. Dally was just stubborn though, some people were plain rude.

The doctors gave the medical supplies to me instead and told me how his bandage had to be changed every twelve or so hours, basically when he woke up and before he went to bed would be ok. I nodded to the hospital staff and crossed all of my fingers that Dally wouldn't fight me on this matter and earn himself a huge infection in his already gruesome gunshot wound.

Dally dramatically and jokingly groaned and sighed when I pulled away from his kiss. "I don't want to leave either, and you should probably rewrap your leg now. It's about time." I told him as I held his face, staring at his lips that I would long for for the rest of my life. "Then don't. Don't go to work ever again, and, my leg is fine. It doesn't even hurt." He said and I gave him a glare in response for two illogical sentences in a row. "I wish, but I have to go to work so the lights stay on. If you don't let me fix your leg up then it'll get infected and you'll never walk again, then we can't do anything together ever again because you'll be stuck in a bed." I told him in a sarcastic tone, he spoke in a sarcastic tone as well.

Dally jokingly sighed dramatically and reluctantly made his way to a chair in the living room. He sat down in the chair that was littered with holes and I kneeled down on the creaky hardwood floors, examining the different medical supplies that Dally needed for his leg. I wished the house had different furniture, but I really wished the house was a different house.

I didn't just want to remodel the house, I wanted to move away from the house and sell it for whatever small amount I could get. Dally smirked at the sight of me on my knees and I gently slapped his leg that didn't have a gaping hole in it. "Just saying you look good down there." Dally said and I had to stand up and kiss his lips again as we both smirked at each other.

Dally eventually let me access the wound and I carefully removed the bandage that the doctors had applied earlier on in the day. I didn't think I would be able to do as good of a job as they had done. The shot still looked rough and I still felt sort of nauseous looking at it, but maybe that was from the guilt. I couldn't help the guilt that I felt from believing that it was my fault. I hoped that Dally didn't blame me in his mind as well and whisper sour words about me when I turned a blind eye. I didn't think he would do that though, maybe I was foolish but I placed a great deal of trust in Dally. I had done that early on and am yet to regret it, I hoped that I had made a good judgement.