Unexpected (Avi Kaplan)

Fix You

Avi's POV

I woke up to the faint sound of music playing and slowly opened my eyes, glancing around the vaguely familiar room. After a few moments, the memories flooded my mind of the previous night, and I darted my attention over to the empty spot next to me. Ivy. I stumbled out of the bed, tripping over the duvet and my own feet simultaneously.

By the time I got to the door, I managed to regain my balance and hurried downstairs, freezing at the bottom when I spotted Ivy sitting on the couch with a blank expression on her face. The tv wasn't even on, but she was staring at it, the sound of the music coming from the stereo playing louder than it had been. I easily recognized it as Christus factus est, partially due to it being one of my favorites and partially due to it being part of our setlist ever since we began doing Aha! live.

Walking around so I was in front of Ivy, I knelt down and took a good look at her face. Her cheeks were slightly puffy and her eyes were a faded pink, like she had been crying but stopped a while ago. How long has she been awake? I stared at her beautiful face for a bit longer before I stood up, pulling her with me. I took her face in my hands, tilting it up so I knew she was looking at me. "Do you want to get better?" I asked suddenly, carefully studying her face.

She nodded, and I could see the tears starting to form again. "More than anything," she told me, her voice still shaking. I quietly wrapped my arm around her and led her upstairs, straight to her bathroom. Picking her up and setting her on the counter, I kept my eyes on her as I gently moved stray strands of hair out of her face. "Where are all your razors? Or anything else that's sharp?" I asked softly, making sure not to trigger her in any way.

"Under the sink. Why?"

I didn't answer as I knelt down, pulling all of them out, as well as a trash bag. Opening it up, I quickly dumped everything into the bag, continuing to look through her things and pulling out anything else I found dangerous. I began going through the drawers, but stopped when I noticed her forcibly keeping the last one closed with her leg.

"Don't look in that one," she said with a serious look on her face. "There's nothing important in there." Even if she believed herself, I didn't. I could see it in her eyes.

I visibly relaxed and brought a hand to her cheek, using my thumb to stroke it gently. I dropped my hand and gently moved her leg before opening the drawer to find several razor blades separated from the razor. I looked at her, then back at the drawer, a small frown on my face. I silently, and very carefully, began emptying the contents into the bag, being careful not to cut her or myself. "Are you allowed to have pets?"

She nodded. "Why?"

I finished sifting through everything carefully and set the bag to the side before closing the distance between us, resting my hands gently on her waist. "Because I'm staying here for a little while. I don't want to let you out of my sight and I've already started cleaning out your sharp objects. It's not that I don't trust you by yourself. It's just that with him out on bail and your drastic 180, I don't want you to get hurt," I explained softly, offering her a small, reassuring smile.

"But what about when I need to shave? I am a girl after all," she asked, curiousness taking over her features.

"I'm not letting you out of my sight. I don't care if you're creeped out or not. Not to mention, it's not like I haven't seen you without clothes already," I pointed out with a small shrug. Sure, it sounded weird, but it was the truth.

She nodded in agreement and let out a sigh. "You're right. That is creepy."

"You don't have a choice. I'm not here to babysit you or treat you like a toddler, Ivy. I'm here to fix you."

I motioned for her to follow as I walked down to the kitchen and began clearing out anything she could use to harm herself. I wasn't going to throw it all away, just go through it later and hide most of it. It took a while, but when I finished, I looked over at her and smiled softly. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I know it seems drastic, but it's necessary. Especially if you don't want to go to a psychiatrist because that's my plan B," I told her, leaning over and kissing the top of her head. I placed the bag inside of another bag just in case and tied it up, setting it to the side. "Now go get dressed, we have to go pack up some of my clothes," I told her softly, even taking it as far as leaning down and kissing her cheek quickly. "Hurry up. We've got a busy day ahead of us."

A/N: I know it's so much shorter than my normal posts, but it was more of a filler chapter than anything. Thank you guys sooooooo much for 150+ reads!!! so exciting!

~*~*~Ash~*~*~