His Little Play Thing

House Arrest

It had been a week since you were in the hospital. You're going stir crazy. You've been laid up in bed, unable to go out and do anything. But you're wishing you could just do something.

Your body still aches, though you can walk around the house alright you can't be up for more than a few minutes. When you shower, you have a chair sitting in the bathtub so you don't have to stand. It's been just over two weeks since the accident and you're well more than pissed off at your body for not healing quicker. You know it's not at fault but it's entirely too frustrating to not be able to do anything. You feel like a cripple. How people missing limbs or with a disability function properly without being entirely whole, is completely unknown to you. You wouldn't be able to stand it. And you have a newfound  respect for anybody that lives with it.

You're currently laying in bed watching The Office for the 5th time, you've watched it so many times that you can quote the entire show, every line in every episode. You're nodding in and out of sleep however at an uncomfortable angle, your head practically resting on your chest, in-between your boobs. While they're great pillows, your neck will more than likely nag at you for sitting that way. However you're too tired to care and too sore to move.

You have no idea when it is you wake, but it must be mid day, the sun streams into your window, forcing your eyes closed at the brightness. You cover your head with your pillow and groan loudly, trying to release some pent up frustration.

You were unaware however that your mother had walked into the room and was staring down at you with an amused smile on her soft face.

She knows you must be going crazy being cooped up in the house all this time but it's the only way your body will properly heal fast enough for you to actually get to school.

"Han hunny? Are you okay?"

You can hear the amusement in her voice, it causes you to cringe.

"Yeah" your muffled voice sounds from beneath the pillow. "Just peachy"

You feel your bed shift and you slide down with it, until you hit a hard object. Obviously your mother has decided to sit on your bed with you. You can feel her heat radiating off of her and contemplate scooting closer to her warmth.

"You know it's not the end of the world right?" She asks softly.

You remove your pillow and glare at her threateningly, to which she only smiles, her eyes glimmer from the sunlight cast on her, leaving her cast in gold, her eyes bright and gleaming. She looks like an angel, Which she is, she's your angel. That doesn't stop you for hating her right now.

"I've been stuck here for a week. I hate not being able to do anything! When will this end?" You ask sadly.

"You were in a bad accident hun. It's not just going to go away overnight"

You huff and glare at her, "No but when I have trouble wiping my own ass? It gets old real quick."

She giggles and shakes her head at you, her smile leaves little love wrinkles on her face.

"Language missy. You'll be fine. How about we go out together tomorrow? If your feeling up to it?"

You eye her suspiciously, keeping quiet for a long moment trying to figure out if she's messing with you or not. But the smile she shows is genuine and her eyes hold no secrets of a false promise. Your stomach twists on itself, excitement swirling through your tiny body, preparing you to blow.

"You mean it?" You ask quite shyly, feeling embarrassment for even having to ask.

"Yes"

You smile genuinely and happily scoot closer to her, grunting in the process, trying to be careful of your ribcage. It feels considerably better, you no longer have to take pain medication, which sucked. The only plus from it was that it made you high as a kite.