Moonlight

11

Four days pass, slowly the doctors begin removing things from my body. They couldn't believe how quick I healed, they called it miraculous and impossible. Little do they know, I can heal and so can the pack! Day one: My neck is healed, no more neck brace. Day two: I can breath and eat on my own, no more feeding tube. Day three: I can move my wrist and ankle, no more wraps and casts. Day four: my ribs have completely healed.

Today, I'm back to normal, thankfully. The guys haven't left my side since I was admitted.

Current residence; house in PA.

Now, laying in Garrison's bed, things seem normal. We have time to ourselves, my parents haven't found us, the pack found great hunting areas.

Garrison reaches up for the remote, setting on his nightstand.

"Were you awake at all during your coma? I mean, like how movies depict the person knowing their surroundings." He ellaborates.

"Yes, I was awake for everything." I reply softly. He plasters a fake smile on his face.

"I meant everything I said to you." He mumbles.

"Well, I hope you did. Because I love you, and will never stop loving you." I reply. His soft pink lips crash against mine. He pulls me close to him. Ian walks past the door, whistling on his way by. Garrison pushes away and clears his raspy throat.

"So, do you really think that we should make a treaty with your family?" He asks, changing the subject.

"It seems alright, but how are we going to get close enough to them to explain this to them?" I ask.

"I mean, you could call them and reason with them." He suggests. I nod.

"We should wait to do that, Jack should write it down." He replies.

*

"You just got better and now you want to do what?!" Jack asks as if I were certifiably insane. I shrug. He pulls a chair out from under the table and sits.

"Look, it's not that bad." I reply.

"Not that bad?!" He scoffs.

"You want to go to your house, and get weapons?!" He asks urgently.

"Yeah, that's my plan." I reply.

"No, it's too dangerous." He mumbles.

"I'll only be a few." I plead.

"No, you aren't killing yourself, I won't let you." He snaps.

"No, that's my answer." He adds.

"Jack," I beg.

"No." He replies sharply.

"Jack, please." I plead.

"I care about you-" he pauses and looks at the ground. He gets up from the chair, picks his head up and looks into my eyes. He seems as though he's towering over me, sure I'm not the tallest girl, but damn. The three inch difference is a lot compared to me. I look at him and purse my lips into a fine, white line. "and the pack, of course, you aren't killing yourself over this." He mumbles.

"Look, if it makes you feel any better, I'll take Ian with me." I promise. His attitude shifts a little.

"Don't you want to take Garrison?" He asks. I shake my head and take a deep breath. He sits back down, sporting a calmer attitude.

"I don't want him to- I want him to stay here. He's better off." I reply. I'd rather not have him get hurt.

"Then take Cameron and Brent with you. Garrison and I will be fine." He orders.

"If it would make you feel better I won't do it now, I'll wait a few days." I reply and walk into the living room, continuing onto the door leading to outside. The guys sit like old men, reminiscing old times. All three of them laughing and joking around.

For whatever reason, Ian and Garrison begin to wrestle around on the ground. I roll my eyes and sit next to Brent.

"They're like little puppies with nothing to do." Brent scoffs. I laugh and reply,

"That's because they are puppies."

The guys get up. Their hair frayed, faces as red as tomatoes, wide smiles on their faces, and chests quickly rising and falling as they draw in a breath.

"Babe, we should be normal for a day, like we used to, ya know?" Garrison suggests.

"That sounds great." I reply.

"So what are you gonna do on your normal day?" Ian asks curiously.

"We should see Beauty and The Beast, you know it's my favorite Disney movie. It just came out last week." I suggest. Garrison nods.

"That's a great idea, guys do you want to go with us?" He replies. He takes my warm hand in his.

"Uhm, not particularly." Brent says with a shrug.

"I would like to." Ian says shyly. He's like a little lovable puppy whose always under your feet. I smile and sigh.

"Beauty and The Beast it is!" I exclaim.

"You guys go ahead and watch that chick flick, I'm gonna see Logan." Brent replies. All three of us get up from the porch and head inside. Brent still remains outside, watching the nature around him.

*

"That was such an amazing movie!" I exclaim as my eyes try to adjust to the bright light coming from the exit.

We stand in the lobby waiting for Brent, there's eleven minutes until Logan ends. My legs cramp up from sitting in the same seat for two hours, I stretch my legs, and I've got a song from the movie called 'Belle' stuck in my head.

This was a great way to kind of break away from all that's happened recently.

"The way it unfolded was beautiful." Ian speaks above the loud, noisy crowd behind us yelling about the Power Rangers.

I will not spoil the movie for you all, but let me say, omg that movie was amazing. I've loved the movie since I was little and when I heard they were remaking it, I got so happy. I saw it last night, and I'm not gonna lie, my legs did cramp up from sitting in the position for the whole movie. I will attach the trailer in case you all didn't see it, and if you wanted to see it. Sorry I haven't updated lately, I've got a few things going on and I'm trying to update when I can. I am working on a few projects for school so it's hard to update constantly.