From Once To Always | ✓completed

twenty-six

Macy's pov-

I nearly tried to get out of the passenger seat by myself but before I could, Axel came over and picked me up. We made our way to the door and inside the house. I could hear other cars pulling up behind us but I didn't look back. Everything takes too much energy. Axel silently takes me up to my room. He sighs and lays me down on my bed gently.

"I'm going to go downstairs. Look, I understand that you don't want to talk and probably won't talk to me, or anyone, but just know that I'm here if you need to. I'm going to bring you up some food and water along with your medicine later. The doctor said that you needed to eat more. Please don't try to get up unless you need to go to the bathroom. We don't need you back in the hospital," he says before turning around and walking out of my room.

Nothing has changed in my room since the last time I was in it. That gave me some sort of comfort; just the feeling of being home. I slowly get up and walk over to my closet. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a plain hoodie. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I turn on the shower and hop in, getting my clothes soaked with freezing water. I don't care anymore. I just don't. I sit down and pull my legs up to my chest. I wrap my arms around myself and set my head down. I let the tears fall. One by one, they start leaking from my eyes. I can't make them stop.

I don't know how long I've been here. My flowing tears soon turned into sobs, my tears mixing with the cold water. My clothes clung to my body and my hair was dripping wet. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to get out. My face was probably red by now either from the crying or the cold. My bandages also felt like they were soaked through and I probably needed them changed but I didn't care. I stayed sitting like that for a little while longer, only listening to the water falling on the tiled floor of the shower.

That was until I jumped when the door was being banged on. I got a feeling of deja vu and I knew it was from that day when I was working out. This time, I just ignored it. I stay where I have been for, who knows how long. The door suddenly bangs open. I don't look up at who it is. "Macy," I hear a familiar voice that I recognize as Bailey's. Why does he care anyway? He looked at me like I was a mistake after he kissed me. I continue looking away as I hear footsteps and the shower above me turns off. "Macy, what are you doing? Are you out of your fucking mind," Bailey harshly asks me.

"Shit," he mumbled when he touched me and felt that I was freezing cold. He also sees that my bandages started bleeding through lightly. He picks me up and I slightly give in to his touch. He sets me down on the counter where I lean my head back against the mirror. He takes the hem of my wet shirt and starts to lift it up. I flinch but nonetheless let him help me dress into warm clothes. He redid all of my bandages and before I knew it, I was warm and cozy in a new hoodie. Not once did Bailey's eyes stray and I had to admire him even more for that.

Bailey sighs and looks at me with worry before picking me up and setting me on my bed once more. He turns on the T.v and puts on something to watch.

He looks at me when I start to stare at him. Why is he still here? I thought he didn't care. "I'm staying whether you want me to or not, love," he grumbles while sitting down. My stomach slightly flutters when he calls me love. That's the only trace of emotion that I've felt lately, even though I have no clue what emotion it is. I nod and lay down, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I snuggle more into the blankets when a shiver goes through my body.

I continue to shiver and this time, Bailey notices. I see him curse under his breath as he looks towards me. He stands up and walks over to me. I watch him make every step towards me. I see him slowly make his way into the bed. He takes his shoes off and gets under the covers. He pulls me close to him and I finally don't feel like I'm freezing anymore. My back is pressed against his chest as Bailey tucks his head into my neck. "Better now?" I nod and he sighs. "Go to bed, love but I'm expecting an explanation tomorrow."

I nod, even though I don't want to talk to him about it. I barely know him, but I feel like I can trust him with my life. Maybe because he has already saved my life once.

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