Grey Eyed Savior

XVIII. Scars fade, but words dont.

I walk slowly into the bathroom with the clothes in my hand. My stomach is sore and I can still feel the pulling of the stitches. My wrist is in a cast from when I fell days ago. My face is slowly starting to heal from all the hits I took.

I still don't remember everything. But I don't think I want to.

I walk into the bathroom and close the door.

I slowly move my arms up to take off the gown, but feel an aching all the way through my body. I groan, putting my arms back down.

"Well shit," I say as I slowly open the door. "Adam," I ask, seeing him laying in the bed with the tv on.

"Hmm," he says, not taking his eyes off the tv. "Do you think you could," I stop, wondering if I should get the nurse. He turns toward me, hearing my abrupt stop.

"I need help," I say looking down. "I know this might be weird, and trust me, I will totally understand if you don't want to help, but I can't lift my arms without feeling pain. And that's kind of a problem since I need to lift them to take this stupid thing off and," I stop when I see Adam start to get up.

"You ramble a lot for a small thing don't you?" He says as he chuckles, making his way toward me. "Its ok with me if it ok for you. I don't want you to be uncomfortable with me helping you sweetheart," He says as he looks into my eyes.

"I trust you Adam," I say, more than you know. He steps into the bathroom and closes the door. I stand there, waiting for him to move.

"You ready?" He asks as he stands behind me, facing away from the mirror. I stop, remembering the scars I have on my back from my past.

I'm so dumb.

"Umm, actually, I think I got it," I say as I open the door, waiting for him to leave. "But you just said," he says, looking confused. "I don't need your help!" I yell, pushing him out of the bathroom and closing the door.

My breathing is heavy and I sit down on the toilet, trying to calm down.

I here the door open again, and I look up to see Adam with a look of concern on his face. "I'm sorry," I say as a tear falls down my cheek. "I don't know what," I stop as he walks over to me and hugs me.

"It's ok sweetheart, I'm going to help you through this, ok?" He says as he runs his fingers through my hair. "Ok," I whisper, looking up at him. I give him a smile to let him know I'm ok, or atleast im trying to be.

I get up and turn around, letting him know I'm ready for him to help me. He slowly reaches up and unbuttons the sleeve of the gown. He goes to the other side, unbuttoning it. As he's about to take off the gown, I freeze, scared of what he's going to do when he sees the scars.

"Wait," I say, as I turn around, holding the gown to me. "Promise me you won't leave," I say as I look into his eyes. "Why would I leave sweetheart?" He says as confusion flashes in his eyes. "Just promise," I whisper. "I promise I won't ever leave you Avery, I would never," he says as I slowly turn back around.

I take a breath, as i slowly release the gown. It falls to the floor, and I feel Adams gaze on my back. I hear his breathing stop, as his hand rests on my back, tracing the marks left behind.

I feel a shiver down my spine as his hands make there way down, tracing the slashes and burns on my skin.

"Oh sweetheart," he says as his hands stop. I feel the tears start to fall down my face as I sob, embarrassed of the marks left on my body.

"It's ok love," Adam says as he turns me around and presses my head to his chest, allowing me to cry in his arms. I feel his hand rub up and down my back, touching every bump.

"Shh," he whispers in my ear, cooing me to calm me down. As my breathing evens out, I can hear his heart beat as it thumps on my ear. I wipe my eyes and look up at him, giving him a smile.

"Thank you," I say as I put my arms around his waist. "For what sweetheart," he says as his arms wrap around me. "For not leaving ."