It's A Brother Thing

Chapter 26: Hot Chocolate

A/N Hey everyone. Sorry it's been a long minute. I just haven't been feeling this story. I've been working on lots of new material which I put actual hard work and time into. Not that I didn't/don't put effort into this story, I did/do. It's just not up to parr if you feel me. Um, the picture is basically right, just pretend the bench is overlooking a city!

Also, ya girl is graduating this week. With straight A's. I'm very proud. I went from being at the very bottom with straight F's, to having straight A's! Anyways, I think I'll skip a little, teeny bit in the story so that I can move on. You feel me?
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"Are you excited?" Dr. Michaels grinned at me over his tray of medical tools. Today, my stitches were coming out.

Jake squeezed my hand while I giggled in joy. "Super excited."

Dr. Michaels has no idea how exciting this actually is. No more stitches means I'm healed! Healed means I can do whatever I want. Doing whatever I want means Jakob and I can get as frisky as we so desire and go on hikes again! Really, the possibilities are endless.

"This'll be a breeze, Simon. You won't feel a thing."

Nodding, I close my eyes and take a deep breath as he has me lay back. For the past five minutes we've just been waiting for the numbing ointment to do its job. Suddenly, I feel his hands at my stomach followed by a strange, tugging sensation.

"How is that feeling?"

I crack open one eye. "I-it actually feels fine. A little weird if you ask me."

He nods, words slightly muffled by his mask. "Good."

Jakob leans over me so we're making eye contact. "It's uncomfortable to watch."

I giggle. Is that his jealousy or weak stomach talking? "Don't worry, Jakey. I'm sure he's used to people fainting."

Dr. Michaels laughs. "I am actually. Except, I don't think anyone has ever fainted watching me take out stitches! Giving shots, on the other hand, is an entirely different story. Something about needles really gets to people."

I watch the color drain out of Jakob's face. He's definitely the type to faint during any type of action involving a needle. I know he likes tattoos, but he could probably never get one.

It's not long before Dr. Michaels sends us off to be discharged.
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"Well, you're stitch free..." Jake grins, the wind blowing through his hair.

I admire him admiring the sunset. What an absolute beauty I'm dating.

We decided it'd be nice to end the day by driving up to the view. The view is exactly as cliche as it sounds. A cliff with a guardrail overlooking our little city. We sit thigh to thigh together on the couples bench, carved with years of initials.

"Too bad that I'll always have the scar."

Jake bites his lip, lifting my shirt up enough to see the inch long pink scar. He smiles sadly, carefully rubbing his thumb over the mark. "It's a reminder of what you can survive?"

I look off into the distance, trying not to let bitterness seep into my laugh. "More like a reminder of how weak I am."

Jake swallows, his fists balling up. "You're not weak. Not then, not now. You're going through something that no person should ever have to face. Well...not anymore."