[The kiss is achingly gentle, but it's exactly what they both need. It's perfect, something sweet and simple to ease her into a quiet stillness. He's just said that he likes her too, and she knows that doesn't fix anything outside this bed. But it changes everything between them, she thinks.]
Me? [It's identical to the way she had said it out at the picnic table in the woods, and she laughs right after saying it. ]
This is unreal.
[She gently corrects him, reaching out to gingerly press her fingertips against his cheek. Her touch has to be gentle to avoid hurting him, his bruised and busted face not needing her to make it worse. So when Chrissy kisses him one more time, it's with the same gentleness that he had shown. Of course, she can't just stop there. He's just said he really likes her. So she sprinkles soft kisses around his face. Over his eye that's swollen shut, over his busted nose, over each bruise.
And when she finally settles down beside him again, she's wearing a genuine smile on her face. It may be small, but it's there. And gosh, she's really tired now. Everything is feeling warm and hazy, and sleep is actually pretty appealing. Chrissy turns as she deeply yawns, so that her back is pressed against him.]
Thank you. [She mumbles, voice already slurring with drowsiness.] For not leaving me. [For staying with her when she was attacked in her own mind, for coming back to the hospital to see her. For staying with her now. He didn't have to do any of that. But he did, and she's so grateful.]
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Me? [It's identical to the way she had said it out at the picnic table in the woods, and she laughs right after saying it. ]
This is unreal.
[She gently corrects him, reaching out to gingerly press her fingertips against his cheek. Her touch has to be gentle to avoid hurting him, his bruised and busted face not needing her to make it worse. So when Chrissy kisses him one more time, it's with the same gentleness that he had shown. Of course, she can't just stop there. He's just said he really likes her. So she sprinkles soft kisses around his face. Over his eye that's swollen shut, over his busted nose, over each bruise.
And when she finally settles down beside him again, she's wearing a genuine smile on her face. It may be small, but it's there. And gosh, she's really tired now. Everything is feeling warm and hazy, and sleep is actually pretty appealing. Chrissy turns as she deeply yawns, so that her back is pressed against him.]
Thank you. [She mumbles, voice already slurring with drowsiness.] For not leaving me. [For staying with her when she was attacked in her own mind, for coming back to the hospital to see her. For staying with her now. He didn't have to do any of that. But he did, and she's so grateful.]