The Woods {Kaylor}

War.

Explicit Content (because I love you all)

Taylor's pov:

I sit in the bathtub. Her hands cleaning my scarred body. I have my arms wrapped around my knees. I'm silent as well as Karlie. I can't get used to the fact that she has to clean me everyday. I'm embarrassed. And I still feel guilty.

"Stop overthinking" She speaks. She knows me best.

"I'm not" I say quickly

"Yes you are you have that face"

"That face? What face?" I ask her curiously

She stares back at me, pausing her hands from scrubbing my back "You stare at nothing with your eyebrows furrowed. You just have a very intent look on your face" she explains

"Hm" I feel satisfied with her answer "I didn't know I had a face" I state honestly

"You do" she rinses my back with a cup of water

I feel goosebumps arise on my skin from the warm liquid

"We're going to Cara's by the way" She states as she pulls the plug, making the water drain

I use the edges of the tub to help me stand up "Why?" I begin to feel nervous. I haven't really been out of the house since I've been hurt. I'm just scared something will happen. Or maybe I'll get random severe pains in my back

"Colton is no doubt worried about you. Don't worry I'll be with you" She wraps a towel around my body and I wince as I grip it with my hands

"Don't do that" she immediately grabs my towel

I release it making the pain in my fingers fade "But what if I got hurt while there?" I ask as she begins to dry me off

"And how would you get hurt?" She questions as she bends down to dry my legs

I see my myself in the mirror and immediately look away "Well you know how clumsy I am, I could easily trip over something"

She stares at me

"Someone could run into me" I suggest

"You're being paranoid Taylor. I'll stick close to you and nothing will happen" She assures as she leads me into our bedroom

"Alright. What would you like to wear today?" She opens the closet that has all of my clothes. She put them all here so I wouldn't have to use my hands to dig through drawers

"I'm thinking a soft long sleeved tshirt and jean shorts" I state. I'm lucky all of the scars on my legs have healed. The ones on my arms are still quite prominent.

"Alright" She nods and assists me in picking out an outfit that fits my thoughts

Soon she's helping me put on maroon jean shorts over my panties. But before I slip on the tshirt, I lay on the bed, stomach first

She leaves to retrieve the shot and medicine

I wait patiently and silently