heaven in hiding 🌷 tracob

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Troye's pov

A groggy awakening, I open my droopy eyelids and find myself in a room I've never seen before. An empty dark and grey room, a window and a door next to each other, a fluorescent light and just a single bed I'm laid down on, sheets tucked under my arms.

Out of instinct, I move my hands forward in front of me, out to be chained, fear running through my body.

Where am I? Where's Jay?

"Help," I squeak out.

"I can't..." I doze off for a second then jump back up, shaking my head, "I can't move my leg."

I move my weak arms out of place for a split moment to pull the sheet, my leg being wrapped in some sort of cotton cast.

"Jay," I call out meekly.

No one comes.

I sit there scared and alone for two hours, two hours until I hear him.

"Where is he?"

Jay.

"Jay," I mumble.

The door opens and a bloody and beaten Jacob walks in. I gasp in shock, but finally find myself calming down. He's okay. I'm safe. Right?

"Baby." He sighs out in relief, racing up to the bed.

He curls a hand through my hair and kisses my forehead, "I was so worried when they told me."

I crook my head to the side, "Told you...?"

"Tell you what?" I ask.

He frowns, "Troye... you fell, you hit your head, you had a seizure... God, what made you do that?"

And then it hits me.

"Jay..." I whisper, hope twinkling in my eyes, "My parents."

Confusion writes all over his face.

"Your parents?" He inquires.

"They're here. Jay, my parents are here." I mutter in disbelief.

"You- you never told me they were around... That's great, really." He speaks in the same kind of uncertainty I feel.

"I don't know how they found me," I whisper.

He notices the slight change, giving me a pitiful look.

"You did want them to... right? Aren't you glad?" He questions.

I feel a weight on my shoulders as I raise my shoulders, unsure.

"I don't know... I- look- what about you? You look half beaten, does that mean you won? Is this over?" I ask, slightly horrified as I look at a gash in his stomach from what looks like a sword... or maybe a knife. The King's knife.

He closes his eyes as he smiles and nods, "It almost went south, he had a knife to my throat, then Cora snapped his neck."

"Looks pretty bad, doesn't it?" He chuckles lightly.

"You look handsome," I twitch my lips up into a small smile.

He rolls his eyes playfully, "Okay, Mr. sedated on morphine."

"Am I really?" I ask.

Jay nods, "Yeah, baby, um... there's one more thing that they told me."

"Hm?" I hum.

"Your leg." He pauses, "There's no function in it. They need to do more tests, but darling, I don't know if you're going to be able to walk."

"At least not how you want to." He adds.

"Wha-?" I let out.

"How? All I did was fall down the stairs..."

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't think there's too much we can do until we know more." He explains, fingers moving through my hair comfortingly.

"I-... okay," I whisper, looking down at my hands held out and move them to my sides.

He's not going to chain me up and lock me away, I don't need to do this.

"It'll all be okay, my love. Chin up." He murmurs.

I lift my chin and my gaze, looking up at him. When I look up at him, into those hazel eyes, we're not here- wherever we are. We're home, snuggled in our embraces and everything is okay.

"Everything is okay?" I ask.

He nods, "Everything is okay."

"Now let's find these parents of yours."