Fall (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 32 'My Fault'

Wesley's POV

"This was all my fault! How could I let him to this to you?! He's going to pay for this. I'm so sorry, Wesley," she wouldn't stop crying.

"It's o-okay," I managed to say. My voice was so dry from not using it for a couple days.

"No, it's not! You could've been killed, and it would've been because of me! That's not okay!"

"C-Calm down," I told her. She finally managed to stop crying. She sat on the bed right beside me and held my hand. I pulled her closer and puckered my lips, indicating I wanted a kiss. I closed my eyes since the light was hurting my head, and she chuckled a little.

I could feel her breath close to my mouth. I soon felt her warm, delicate lips on mine. She smiled a little against my lips, only making me smile.

"I love you, Wesley," she mumbled against my lips. I nodded and kissed her hand.

"I have to go to the bathroom," I whispered.

"I'll call a nurse," she said.

"You help," I told her. She shook her head and laughed. She unhooked my IV from the wall and rolled it closer to my bed. She helped me up as best as she could, and I leaned on her for support.

She helped me stand as I pulled the gown up and my boxers down to pee. She awkwardly stood there so I wouldn't lose balance.

I finished, and I slowly walked towards the sink to wash my hands. She stayed by my side at all times. She didn't want me to get lightheaded and fall.

"Wait, I need to stop for a second," I whispered, holding my head. She stopped and looked at me in concern. I chuckled a little, tilting her head up to face mine. I looked right into her bright brown eyes before pressing my lips to hers.

"I hate you," she laughed against my lips. I cupped her face in my hands and pressed my lips harder to hers. I missed her lips while I was out. She started giggling and pulled away.

"I'll help you out with your issue when we get out of the hospital," she chuckled, looking down towards my waist. I hadn't realized I was that turned on.

"Babe," I whined, "you're such a tease," I whispered. I found out that whispering was the only way I could actually talk in a conversation right now.

"I should've called a nurse," she sighed jokingly, rolling her eyes. As we opened the bathroom door, Drew and Keaton stood there smirking at us. Saige sighed and rolled her eyes up at me, yet again, and helped me back to the bed.

"Should we come back with food later? It seems you've already had dessert," Drew said in disgust.

"Fuck off, Drew," she said as I flipped him the bird. Drew laughed at our childishness.

"You know you love me," he cockily smirked. He set the pizza on the tray by my bed. As I saw Saige smiling down at me from the corner of my eye, I knew everything would be okay.