The City - PewdieCry

27: Induction

My eyes blinked open slowly, and the first thing I noticed was the stinging in my cheek. I recalled last night, nearly being killed by Michael. I had been punched several times on the left side, and I brought a hand to it to find it swollen. My lips was busted but had finally stopped bleeding, and my body was otherwise sore. I had been knocked out, and I remembered the men in black suits who had come to my rescue.

I shot up into a sitting position, and realized that I was on another bed, the mattress soft and blankets everywhere along with several pillows. In front of me was a wall with a doorway leading into a bathroom. To my right was a wall that had been boarded up and a nightstand was next to the bed, the doorway out beside that. To my left, the entire wall was made up glass, crystal clear and the sun's rays shone into the whole room, enlightening it. It marveled at it, walking up and not even daring to place my hands on it. It was beautiful, and whoever's room this was must wake up around this time every morning, it was so bright.

"The first night we put that in was crazy," a voice said behind me, and I whipped around. "We worked all day to remove the wall, and we all stayed the night up here to watch the stars. It was incredible." Cry wiped his hands off after just having washed his hair out, and he walked over to the nightstand, setting the rag down and taking off his mask. He grinned at me, and I took two steps, flying into his arms and trying not to cry.

"Thank you." I whispered out hoarsely, and Cry only chuckled as I buried my head in my shoulder. "I was going to die." I pulled away, looking into the man's blue gaze. "You saved me." He stuck a couple fingers under my chin as he always did, grinning.

"I told you that I wasn't going to let anything happen to you. We were planning on busting you out sometime soon anyway, but your little pantomime showed me that last night was the last chance we would get. I'm just glad that we took it," he breathed, and I nodded. He kissed me, softly, hands moving to my waist to pull me closer as mine tangled themselves in his hair. He took my breath away for a few moments before pulling back, smiling brightly. "I've always wanted to have the chance to see you, everyday. Now I get to," he said, and I blushed. There was a knock at the door, and I froze. Cry waved my worries away, answering it and stepping out only to return with two trays. He shut the door with his foot and handed me one.

"For me?" I asked, and I looked down at what I had. There was bacon, there was eggs, and there was toast. I marveled at the food, hardly ever seeing meat, actual meat, and I instantly dug in. I hadn't been eating much lately anyway out of nervousness, and Cry stood and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving his food. He returned with his rag and inside he had wrapped up some ice. He saw I was eating and sat next to me, holding it gently against my cheek. "Thank you." I whispered, and he chuckled.

"Anything for you," he whispered back, and I continued to eat. I was famished, and Cry only chuckled further, letting me have some of his breakfast even though I disagreed with the thought at first. A few minutes later and his was mostly gone save for a few pieces of bacon which I hand fed him. He grinned, taking it lightly and eating it as he checked over my injuries.

All of this was rather nice. It was different than being at home where I went to the infirmary for injuries, and the doctor there hardly cared about whether or not I was healing unless Michael said something. Even Covert hadn't been so careful about my injuries, and Cry's gentleness was something that I missed. I could forget about Michael, about his gang, about his rules, their shitty food, all of it was the past. I could focus on the now, and that was Cry's mouth being a very inviting two inches from mine, and his hands gently massaging the knots out of my back from my old bed and my collapsing on his at the softness of it. It was his kindness, his angelic laughter, his voice that I missed so much and the warmth in his face that only I had probably seen. I glanced at him through my blonde hair from where I had flopped onto his pile of pillows and he crawled over me, leaning down and turning my head to kiss me, softly. This.