The Architect. [The Blacklist. Donald Ressler X Oc]

Back to hospital days.

Maggie.

I couldn't even lift up my head from the pillow this morning, my body felt so heavy and as soon as I opened my eyes I closed them again because everything around me was spinning.

"Baby" I felt Don's hand on my back rubbing it up and down "are you okay?"

I could barely open my eyes, but when I did I saw him kneeling on the side of the bed.

"I feel terrible" I muttered, then frowned uncomfortable. "What time is it?" I closed my eyes again and tried to turn around on the bed.

"It's 7 am, you can sleep for another while" when I turned around the right side of my body hurt when it made contact with the mattress.

"Ouch" I complained "what happened last night?"

I heard him chuckle and walk around the bed towards the bedroom.

"We went out with your group of friends from work and you can't handle licor at all, I think you had just one shot of that tequila and were done for the night. You told me you stumbled and fell on the bathroom when you went with Gina. Here" I opened my eyes again to him and watched his extended hand. I took whatever he had on it and swallowed it, taking a sip of water when he handed me the glass.

"Out of all the days I would need you here, you had to be called in now" I complained when I saw him with his suit and tie and let my head fall heavily on the pillows.

"That's how it is love. But that would hopefully keep the pain away, just sleep for another hour and when you wake up you'll feel good" he leaned over the bed to kiss my lips "I love you" he saluted.

"Love you too" I said back and closed my eyes.

I don't know what was that thing that he gave me, but it was like magic, even so magical that I almost didn't feel my body, I woke up two hours later and I found that I had a huge black and blue in my waist, when I was at work I was told by Gina that I tripped, hit the sink of the bathroom with my side and then fell to the floor. Talk about embarrassment.

I was at the construction site overseeing the excavation when I got a phonecall from Don.

"Hi baby" I saluted.

"How are you sleeping beauty?" He replied.

"Better, I do have a bruise though"

"That sucks, but the pills did you good?"

"Yeah, they did, I don't know what those are but sign me in" I waited for his reply, but he remained silent "are those... You know, the pills you got hooked on?" I asked weary, when he didn't answered again I kept going "because if they are I get it, it's not difficult to get hooked on them, like I have a bruise and I don't feel anything at all, but you actually get shot"

"I don't get shot as much as you'd like to think"

"Well, you get beat up, ran over, bitten, and those are all worse that a little ouchy on my side... Is this getting too uncomfortable for you? I'm sorry, I ramble a lot" I lamented when I realized I was the only one talking, and we were talking about Don's past addiction.

"There are no uncomfortable conversations between us Mags, you've seen me in my highest and lowest"

"I know, but I act like you're done with that and no one is ever done with the things they did in the past and... Whatever, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trigger you"