𝕾𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊

It wasn't really easy, mostly for you. You never even expected for Flins to stay that long — just few days out of pity of leaving that "disabled person" alone and looking like an ableist. But it was three years since you two started dating, and it looks like Flins won't be leaving anytime soon.

When you two first met, it was in a subway. Late at night, after you told your friend to drop you off nearby, that you'll be fine on your own. Well, getting on the subway wasn't as easy. The gap between and the height of the stair inside compared to the ground was big. So you just sat there in your wheelchair, day already ruined enough. Just then, someone stopped beside you and looked down. Flins. "Do you need any help getting inside?" After saying you're fine, since you don't want to be a burden, Flins shook his head. "You won't be trouble for me. But the train's leaving soon. So may I?" He asked once more and with a small, embarrassed sigh, you nodded.

After that, you two became friends, then started dating. And that brings us here — to some dumb middle schoolers who clearly didn't grow up, pushing your wheelchair over with you still on it. What teenager does that? Shouldn't they have some normal sense? Worse, all people just walked past, none helping. Flins was in the coffee shop, buying you drinks. He wouldn't— "[Name]! Are you okay?!" That same voice echoed in your head. Flins rushed over, putting the drinks down on the outside table and kneeling down to help you and your wheelchair back up. He immediately checked if you hit your head somehow and kept asking if anything hurt. It was really strange how calm and composed he normally was, and now panicked and guilty. "Who did it?"

You pointed at the middle schoolers walking away, still laughing like some dumb pigs. Flins took your drink and handed it to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'll be right back," He caressed your face and walked to the kids. You couldn't hear them at all. But judging by the guilt ridden looks on their faces and them avoiding Flins' gaze, his words definitely took a toll on them. After solid five minutes of him talking, he shook his head in disappointment and walked away. The two boys scurried off like dogs with their tails tucked. When Flins returned, he took his drink and smiled. It was a smile he only had for you, he once told you. You called bullshit. He swore up and down.

..

You laid in your bed. As always. You had zero energy or motivation to get up to do something. You just wanted to stay in bed forever and don't do anything. Not like it would matter if you'd get up. But the most odd thing about this wasn't the fact that you didn't want to live nor die.

Aventurine knocked on your door, stepping inside quietly. He held a tray with lunch. Your breakfast sat untouched on your bedside table. Without a word, Aventurine switched the trays and knelt down by your bed.

"Aren't you hungry?"

You just stared at Aventurine with half lidded eyes before mumbling something like "I don't know.".

Picking up the glass of water, Aventurine propped your head up slightly with his free hand. Your hair was greasy from the lack of proper hygiene, but Aventurine didn't even care in the slightest.

He gently pressed the edge of the glass against your lips, watching as you reluctantly opened your mouth, letting water pour down your throat.

It was only a week since he found you in this state, and from the first day, he stayed at your home the whole time, cooking and talking with you through what you felt like.

You felt trapped. Not because of Aventurine, he was a saint for taking care of you, but you felt trapped in your own body. It was like the physical form of you was draining your soul. And on top of that, you were definitely a nuisance to Aventurine. It all made you want to cry.

Well, having nothing else better to do now, you did. Tears slipped down your cheeks as you quietly hiccuped and trembled. Aventurine held your hand. Whispering out your reason to cry with a shaky tone, Aventurine shook his head.

"You're not a nuisance. I want to take care of you. Okay?"

He smiled like he always did. It was honestly like the first star ever born in the dark, empty galaxy.

You managed to eat the rest of the lunch with Aventurine's help, and finally got a bit of energy. But that energy was little to none.

"Do you want to take a bath? I can wash your hair if you'd like."

But you didn't feel like walking or just moving at all. The bathroom light was too bright, the air was too cold, you were useless. Or at least, you felt like that.

Phainon stood in the doorway, smiling softly as always. He watched as you stressed over everything, closing every door, locking all windows, checking if the oven and microwave was off and if the fridge was closed. Just as you were setting the shoes aside in case you or Phainon tripped when you got home, a hand caressed your head. Looking up, your husband was still smiling, calm as ever.

"Everything is alright, trust me. You've checked three times,"

You shook your head, muttering about how you're checking for the last time. Phainon let out a small, amused sigh as he knelt down beside you, setting a pair of your clean shoes to where his were already tucked neatly in the shoe box.

"You've done all of the rooms. You don't need to worry,"

It was a small lie. Throughout your stressed panic, you missed the bathroom, one of the most essential things of the house.

But Phainon knew better than to feed into your OCD. If he did point out the missed bathroom, he'd temporarily quiet your anxiety, but it would just make it worse. So he kept quiet.

"All done now?"

Staring at the shoes, you hesitantly nod. Phainon stood up and gave you your jacket, holding the shoulders as you put your arms in the sleeves, thanking him for being a gentleman.