The Doctor & The Writer.

10

"This is weird." Misha mutters.
"I need to take care of you." I unzip his pants. It's been a week since he got....raped. I wish I could beat the living shit out of those guys. I swear if they come around me I will kill them. Misha lays down on the bed with his legs spread. "You're getting better." I tell him taking some Vaseline on my fingers.
"I still hurt."
"As bad?"
"No.."
"How do you feel emotionally?"
"I don't know..? I'm mad and sad but I also am so thankful for you and I love you and I just want to make sure you know that I couldn't do this without you." I stand up wash my hands.
"Well I'm glad I can help." I lay down next to him.
I'm scared." He whispers. "That they'll come again."
"Well you have me with you and I swear to god they even breath around you I will make them wish they were never born."
"You need to get back to work."
"I am not leaving you until you're better." I kiss his forehead.
"I feel like I should convince you to leave but I really like the way you smell." He curls into me clinging onto my shirt.
"And how's that?"
"Safe."
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"Good morning." I walk into the kitchen.
"Going back to work?" He asks looking at my clothes.
"Sadly yes. But if you wanna come you can. You can help out in the office or something."
"I think I'll just stay home... Clean, watch Netflix. I got my mom here."
"You sure?" I take a step forward and lift his chin up with my thumb and index finger.
"I'm sure." He leans in and kisses me. "Now go." Misha pushes me away.
"I need breakfast." I chuckle grabbing a piece of bacon.
"Oh yes I forgot you don't need to run out."
"Mm hmm." I nod wrapping my arms around his waist as he finishes breakfast up. "How is your...-"
"Butt? The bruises and the cuts and fucking... Well you know.."
"Yeah? How is it?" I ask kissing his cheek.
"Painful... It's the stupid uh.. Hem-he-"
"I know." I slide my hand down to his butt and rub it softly. "I'll be home tonight to help."
"I just.. I hurt so bad." I can tell he's about to cry but holds it back.
"How about I stay home one more day?"
"No you gotta go." Misha chuckles and turns around. "Go." He whispers.
"I'm worried about you." I whisper back.
"Call me whenever."
"Okay." I lean down and kiss him again. I look down at my watch and sigh. "I gotta go."
"Okay...."
"Okay. I'm taking all your bacon though." I grab two more pieces.
"Get outa here!" He laughs.
"Take care of yourself mish." I smile and leave.

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