Fix You ~Completed~

Act Thirty-Seven

"Honey, are you okay?"

I hated the way Kyla asked the question when he came to get me at the hospital. Even though Gale had called to tell him I had a ride home, he still came to get me.

"I'm fine," I mumbled as a response. Eddie and Gale were watching as I maneuvered my blue hoodie over my head, trying to get my cast through it. "Dang, I can do this."

Eddie was at my side in an instant, making a show of bringing the hoodie down for me and pulling my weak noodle arms through it. "There you go, Clemmy," he hummed, patting my back with a loving hand.

Kyla scowled. "Could you be more obvious?" he hissed towards my friend, the venom in his voice enough to destabilize me.

"It's fine, Kyla. He was just helping me," I sighed, breaking away from my friend to instead walk into his embrace. Kyla held me, his mouth finding mine in a violent second. I gasped at the fierceness he kissed me with. It would have been enough to make a stripper blush.

While I was still down in my bed, Kyla had called, demanding to know where I'd gone for a whole day. "Well," I'd giggled, freshly hopped up on drugs. "Remember how you got really mad at me for running away on New Year's and you choked me and you threw me against the counters? That broke my arm and fractured my ribs! Also, the doctor is worried that I need psychiatric help, but I convinced her I haven't been suicidal since high school. She believes me. I think. Oh, and Eddie is here with me. Of course he is. Eddie is always there when I need him."

That last line really got to my boyfriend, because he growled he'd be there to pick me up as soon as I was ready to go.

And there he was holding me, making an even bigger deal of it than Eddie had of helping me out. What a possessive bunch. "Are you ready to go home, baby?" Kyla hummed, using his thumb to push some hair behind my ear. After a moment of thought, I nodded. "Yeah? I'm ready to have you back. I missed you."

"You did?" I perked up. He does love me. See? This proves it. He still thinks I'm his baby and he missed me! "I missed you too! I-I wish you would have visited me."

"I had work. I'm sorry," Kyla sighed, tapping our noses together. He was sorry? That word was not in his vocabulary, not when referring to something he'd done.

My Kyla was sorry for hurting me. I knew that's what he meant. The sorry was not aimed specifically at being unable to come to see me; it was an apology for everything. The cheating, the beating, the cruel words... Kyla didn't mean to hurt me. He loved me.

That was my mantra. Kyla loves me; he doesn't mean to hurt me.

But it was the truth. Kyla did love me and he absolutely didn't mean to hurt me.

"It's alright," I assured him, blushing up a storm.

"He has medication he has to take." A pill bottle was thrust at me, not Kyla mind you, by Eddie. He broke up our moment and turned to me. "Make sure you keep these somewhere safe, okay? The doctor said to take one or two pills every four hours unless you don't feel any pain. Never take them any closer together than those four hours, okay?"

I gave Eddie a little shove on the arm. "Yes, Mom."

"And keep icing your belly. It'll help your ribs heal faster and hopefully reduce the pain," he continued, smiling endearingly down at me after my little comment. I promised I would. "And if you need anything, seriously, don't hesitate-"

"I know, Ed. We've been over this thirty times," I assured him. I tried to move to hug him, but Kyla was still holding me and that was not gonna happen on his watch. "Thank you for everything."

"Yeah. Thanks." Kyla cleared his throat. "We better get going, baby."

"Okay. I'll see you guys soon, okay?" I said, giving each of my friends a nod. The promise Ed had made to me about no longer living under Kyla's roof after my hospital stay wasn't gonna come true. When I, still pretty wonky on the drugs, had explained what Eddie wanted to Gale, the ginger boy dragged his lifelong friend out of the room. I couldn't hear them through the door, but when they returned Eddie sighed that he couldn't force me to go home with them.

If Kyla hadn't of called me less than ten minutes later, I might have actually considered doing as my curly friend wanted.

Something on Eddie's face shifted. "Karaoke Night. We'll come pick you up."

"Sounds like a plan," I agreed, giving him a questioning look. Eddie grinned at me like a kid who'd just found the Golden Ticket. I decided not to think too hard about the weird expression on his face. Chances are, whatever it was related somehow to Kyla. It was no secret he hated my boyfriend's guts. I was sure that was all it was.

We said goodbye and I headed off with Kyla, relieved that- for once- I wouldn't be met with a beating the minute we got home. Kyla was sweet for the rest of the day; asking if I felt okay, if I needed my pills, if I wanted him to go pick us up a pizza for dinner. He was the perfect boyfriend.

By the end of the night, I started to wonder if I was making the right choice in planning to end it. I mean, Kyla wasn't that bad. He could be nice when he wanted to. When he felt threatened, he was Boyfriend of the Year.

My life was nothing too unbearably awful, right? I could make it. I could get through it... but did I want to? That was the question that kept me up the whole night.