Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 29.

20th October 2016

12:00pm

Troye's POV

"Connor, are you sure about this, you're still not well." I sent him a concerned glare as he pulled himself from the hospital bed, so he stood on the tiled floor. He winced as his bare feet touched ground, and he clung onto the bedframe, leaning upon it for support.

I of course protested against his actions, letting my hand snake around his waist in a protective manner as he shook me away. He was determined to put on his ironed white shirt and his suit pants, without any help of mine.

"I have to go Troye, I have to pay my respects!" he whined in disapproval, as I sat him back on the bed and gave him a stern look.

When he had learned the story of the night he was almost killed, he instantly felt bad, bad that he wasn't there to help me, or the hero of the hour, Sawyer Hartman. He had lost his life, along with Kian Lawley, and Rick of course. Jc had escaped, covered in bruises and a nasty gunshot wound, but alive nevertheless, as he laid in one of the rooms along the corridor.

He would be arrested when he was better.

Sawyer had died quite tragically, shot directly in his chest, as a moment of madness had risen from Rick's men. He had died almost instantly according to the paramedics, something that was painless and quick. I was thankful for that little detail, but Connor wasn't so satisfied.

"He saved my life Troye; he helped us, knowing he would be punished. Going to his funeral is the least we can do."

Connor was desperately fiddling with his buttons, clutching his right arm's bruises in an attempt to make them disappear. His face was scrunched up in a mixture of frustration and agony. I stepped down from my position on the bed, and knelt in front of him, aiding his task.

"If that's what you want, then we shall do it." I smiled up at him, and he ruffled the tops of my curls with his spare hand. "I just needed to make sure you were okay." I sighed, taking my perch back next to him, and clasping his jittery hand in mine. "I know this is hard for you."

He nodded slightly, encasing his tears well as his head sunk into my chest.

When he found out that Sawyer's heroics had cost him his life, he broke down completely, forgetting how he was involved in the first place, beating him alongside Jc and Kian. Connor was too much of a forgiving person in my opinion, but to me it was cute, it made him vulnerable and sensitive.

I had suggested going to the funeral, and Connor had jumped at the chance, even in his sickly state. He was still pulling himself out of bed, not approved by the doctors, and attempting to walk around. At first I had tried to tell him off, as did his mother, but he settled for leaving hospital in a wheelchair, just for today.

His parents had been here for the majority of the days, keeping him company as I went through the hell of the police force, badgering me with questions, taking statements as I cowered in the detective's office.

I had been released, as they came to terms with my full story. It matched the one of a battered Jc, and of Connor, who was questioned shortly after he woke up. They understood I was pressured and abused, giving me a simple warning as I helped them with their enquiries.

Of course my parents were nothing short of overwhelmed as I was returned in one piece. It turns out I was reported as a missing person, not long after Connor. It seems that they didn't believe Kian's texts either.

Connor's parents had slowly but surely embraced me with open arms as they learnt of my help towards their son. Only when I kissed him goodnight, did they realise that our little friendship had turned into something much more, something that Connor and I explained as love, even though we had only been together a matter of weeks.