Jeremey/Mike X Reader; This Girl

Hands

You woke up aching from the pain that shot through your body, you attempted to sit up to figure out where you were. "Woah! (Y/n) lay back down!" Jeremy said as he looked up at you. He emerged way better than you only a black eye served as his proof. You on the other hand.... Not so much. You tried to turn your neck to look around and see who else might be lurking around, but it hurt to much. You gave up before asking in a voice that was barely audible, "anyone lurking back there?" He shook his head. He brought his hand up cupping your face in his palm and stared at you. "Does it hurt?" He asked voice more serious than usual. You nodded slightly not wanting to hurt yourself again. That's when it dawned on you, "Where's Mike?"

He pointed towards the door, "asking how long you'll b-be out. If they can do anything so you won't feel pain. Basic stuff like that." You smiled at the thought of Mike being nice to someone besides you.
The feeling soon went away and was replaced by pain. Not much you could do. "How long am I here?" You asked him, "look at your torso." You nodded and pulled the blanket off your body. Ew. Your lower half was a bloody mess. Bloody bandages concealed your legs. "Yeah a while."

"Bloody hell." You exclaimed followed by a chuckle. "What is it?"he asked. "I think its just funny, that's all" you said as you wiped sweat droplets from your back. "How so?" Jear said concerned, " All of it, everything that ever happened. My death trap job, my relationships, my friends, my life." He sat there confused, "I'll get M-mike." Mike walked in as he said this, stopped, and ran to your bed hugging you.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt? Does it f-" you cupped his face with your hands. "Shh. I'm fine, perfectly fine."
Jeremy left and went to kiss him, brushing your hands through his hair. As you pulled away you could see that tears had started to run down his face, you knew what was wrong. "I'm sorry (yn) I couldn't protect you good enough, and now you're- you're hurt. They said they would release you tomorrow but I can't help feeling miserable!"

You hugged him as a nurse came in. "Visiting times over." He said as he marked something on his clipboard. Mike looked at you, as he walked out he made a heart wit his hands. It was cheesy yes, but you gigged, "Okay miss, Uhh (last name) medicine time." He handed you three pills and a can of ginger ale before poking you with a needle. It filled with your blood a d he poked another into our arm. The room fell dark as your eyelids slid shut.

~Timeskip~

Mike drove you home, he didn't want you to walk by yourself, or drive, or eat, or well..... Anything on your own. He ran a warm bath and tossed the bath bomb into the water, you undressed and got in, thank god he let you do this on your own. As you ran the soap over your bruises you winced, it hurt but only for a quick second. You washed your hair, washing out little specs of blood. You finally got rid of the soiled water, replacing it with new water with bubbles and everything. Yes, it was relaxing. When you finally got out and walked into your room you put on the new wrap bandages and started getting out clothes. Mike came in and leaned on the door frame, "Want a massage?" He asked and you happily obliged as you put on your undergarments and layer down on the bed. He caressed you back, avoiding the painful cuts. It was more relaxing than the bath.

"Hey babe?"
"Yeah squirt?"
"Your hands are warm~"