In The Box (Jeremy X Marionette FNAF Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nineteen

Jeremy's POV

I was wheeled out of the hospital, and had to bear a fifteen minute car ride with an overly enthusiastic Mike, only then to have him carry me inside his house. Right now I'm on the couch and it's been three days since my release from the hospital. I want to leave so badly, but Mike is always there; cleaning up my messes, talking to me, or just watching television. He even took time off from work to take care of me! I can hear him in the kitchen, making the grilled cheese I asked him for. Honestly, it's been really nice having him help me out. I'm just surprised he hasn't tried to hit on me or  anything.
"Here you go," he says, jerking me out of my thoughts. I smile and take the plate from him, chowing down. He watches me waiting for a reaction. I give him a thumbs-up as I finish the sandwich.
"Excellent as always," I say, setting the plate down and standing up shakily. Mike is there at my elbow helping me, but I shake him off. He stands in the middle of the living room like a forlorn puppy as I make my way to the bathroom. After I finish my business I go back out to see him watching TV on the couch. I make my way and sit on the opposite side of the couch and turn my attention to the rerun of Doctor Who he has playing. As the show progresses I feel him getting closer and closer, but I choose to ignore him. When the doctor is explaining to Rose what exactly those creatures are I feel Mike's hand on my thigh. I slap it away.
"What're you doing?" I ask pushing myself up against the arm of the couch so I'm facing him.
"Oh come on Jerebear," he says putting each of his arms on either side of me. "I've been so good about nursing you back to health. I mean you're already walking! So don't I deserve a little reward?" His hand closest to the back of the couch lightly travels down my body as he speaks, sending a shiver down my spine. I shove him back with all my strength, but it barely moves him.
"Get off me!" I yell, trying to wriggle my way out from under him. He grabs my jaw roughly and forces his lips on mine. I again try to push him off, but he has me pinned to the couch and if I move too much my ribs start to ache. He sits back and looks at me before sighing and getting off of me.
"You're going to love me again Jerebear. That's how it always goes, this time it seems I'll have to be more patient," he says this before sitting down on the opposite side of the couch and turning his attention back to the show.
I find myself absentmindedly touching my lips throughout the rest of the show. When Mike finally leaves it's a relief. I'm so confused because, honestly, I think I really enjoyed it.