Fix You ~Completed~

Act Thirty-Eight

School started up three days after I got out of the hospital, but Kyla let me skip and stayed home with me. We spent most of the day in bed watching Tim Burton movies on his laptop. (He actually let me choose the movie for once!) When I slid my head on his chest, Kyla didn't even roll his eyes at me. His fingers started brushing out the knots in my hair and he whispered that he wished I hadn't gotten that trim.    

The next day, though, I insisted on going in to get my work done. "My parents didn't pay to have me do nothing," I'd argued with him, popping a single pain killer before heading off. Having those pills in school would look terrible if anyone saw.

The week went by quietly to my relief and I was so happy when Friday finally arrived. We had gone too long without a Karaoke Night and to have Eddie text me an hour beforehand, promising to be at the apartment in five, made me feel as though I had finally found my way back to normality.

And to think, I could have lost all this.

"So, you're gonna go out tonight?" Kyla asked while we sat on the couch eating the pasta I'd cooked us for dinner. I was managing a few bites here and there, enough to avoid Kyla's piercing glare.

I swallowed a single noodle in time to answer, "Yeah. It's the first Karaoke Night of the new year! There's supposed to be some special thing going on."

"Ah." Kyla didn't bother pretending to seem interested. He shoveled a heap of noodles into his mouth and futzed with the TV remote.

Since I'd gotten back from the hospital, things were weird between us. I'd assured him I covered, lying for him as I always did, but I think he still was leery of me. Funny since he'd never been afraid of what I could possibly due to him before. I could ruin him for what he had done.

I never would, though, and I tried to prove that to him. He was my whole world. What would I do without him?

"Kyla?" I asked, looking up at his freshly shaved face. That morning, he'd invited me to shower with him and, after he shaved his own face, he lifted me onto the counters to shave mine for me. It was so weird. Kyla had never done that for me before. He was tender; one hand cupped my cheek while the other brought the razor against my face. There was not one nick on me. "Did you wanna come with?"

"God, no. That thing is still lying in wait there," he hissed, referring to Jesimae. He had this irrational fear she was out to get him after the incident a month or so ago. Maybe it was drug induced paranoia, I didn't know. "And besides, your friends hate my guts. Especially Eddie. I think he'd like to set me on fire and watch me burn."

"He's just... protective," I murmured defensively, wishing Kyla wouldn't say things like that. I placed my plate on the coffee table and brought my knees up against my chest, ignoring the way my stomach twitched at the contact. "He acts the same way towards girls Gale dates, so don't take it personal."

I said this knowing Galehad never dated before. A little lie wouldn't hurt.    

My boyfriend snorted, "Gale can get a date? Well, isn't that astonishing."

I glared at him. "Hey, he's a really sweet guy!"

"I'm sure he is, Clem. Just your type, huh?" Kyla clicked his tongue, avoiding my burning eyes.

"You're my type," I informed him quickly, using my good hand to take his when he fell to the couch. He let me take it and squeezed, a good sign. "You're it for me, Kyla. You know that."

"Before we got together, you told me I wasn't your type. Were you just lying to cover yourself?"

"Uh-huh," I admitted. "I could never love anyone else."