Can love save a life? (Mc romance)

21 - Family Tradition

"I still can't believe you are awake" James grinned.

"Get used to it bro" Brook laughed, instantly getting shooting pains in her side making her wince, trying to sit up she was met with the same pain.

"Hey take it easy baby" Xavier said as she sighed in defeat before laying back down.

"You will be out of action for a while Brooke, you have three broken ribs and are still recovering from surgery" the doctor said as he checked her vitals.

"So that's why it hurts like a bitch when I breathe" Brooke sighed.

"We want to keep you here for a bit longer, to keep and eye on your recovery. But if the progress is good I can see you being able to go home within a week or two" the doctor smiled "I will leave you in peace, but will come back and check on you later. Get some rest"

The room was silent until Brooke broke the silence.

"So has the bastard been caught yet?" She asked trying to get comfy but it wasn't pointless due to the amount of pain she was in.

"Urm no, not yet" James mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "But we have two of his men in the cells and we are trying to get them to talk but they are too loyal"

"Go in guns fucking blazing then" She snapped wincing from moving too much.

"Bee it isn't that simple" James sighed.

"No I will tell you what isn't simple" Brooke hissed "Me lying here fighting for my goddamn life. I am sick of him managing to ruiening my fucking life"

"Hey princess, calm down" Xavier said softly running his fingers down her arm "You are gonna rip your stitches"

Usually Xavier's touch would calm her down but not today. Not when she knew that bastard was still out there and wasn't fucking six feet under.

"Xav I don't care about my stitches, all I care about is getting my life to the point I'm not looking over my goddamn shoulder all the time. Just so I'm not living in constant fear" Brooke snapped "is that too much to fucking ask for?"

She knew she was being hard on them but it's was the truth she couldn't live like this any more.

"We are trying Bee" James whispered

"Yeah well not fucking hard enough" she hissed "no can someone get a wheelchair because I need a smoke"

After Xavier came back with a wheelchair he helped her into it before he pushed her outside.

Taking a cigarette from his she sighed. Why couldn't her life be simple?

"I know you are pissed and you have every right to be but all we have been focusing on for the past three weeks is you" Xavier whispered putting his hand on her shoulder.

"I know xav, I know" Brooke whispered "he always fuck every good thing up. That night was amazing but then he had to fuck shit up. I can't live like this more anymore"

"I promise I will personally put a bullet in his skull" Xavier whispered crouching in front of her.

Brooke all of a sudden smiled as she took in Xavier's appearance, his hair and beard were longer.

"What are you thinking?" He asked.

"The fact you need a haircut" she smirked "but the beard is staying"

"So you like the beard?" He winked.

"Maybe" she giggled

"Come on let's get you back inside before you get cold" Xavier smiled as he stubbed his smoke out.

It had been four hours since Brookes outburst. It was just her and Xavier now, even though she was awake he was adamant he wasn't leaving her side.

"So I kinda have something to show you" he smirked, taking his shirt off.

"Or you just wanted an excuse to take your shirt off" Brook smirked as her eyes ran up his body, stopping as she got to his chest. Her eyes widened when she saw it. "Wait"

Xavier leaned closer to her as she ran her fingers around the tattoo.

"You got my name" she grinned

"It's a family tradition. When you find your old lady you get her name tattooed over your heart. And your partner gets your name on them"

"It's beautiful baby" she whispered "I love the crown"

"Every king needs a queen right," he winked.

"When I get out of here I know exactly where I'm getting your name" Brooke grinned pulling the hospital gown down revealing her scar on her shoulder. "I want it across here, I've been meaning to get it covered for a while now"

Brooke didn't think the grin from Xavier could have gotten any bigger.

"Why here?" He asked tracing the scar with his fingers.

"Because you have and are helping me heal. If it wasn't for you I don't think I would still be here" she whispered.

He didn't need to say anything, as he kissed the scar before climbing onto the bed, pulling Brooke into his arms. As soon as his scent surrounded her she realised how tired she was, letting sleep take over.

She was safe.