Will you tell me your story?

You lie in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling blankly for what felt like two full years. In reality, it had only been a week. That one night was ridiculous and all you wanted was to go home… With Abby, of course, you refused to step inside that house whatsoever.

That stab Ellie gifted you? You thought it wasn’t too deep, till you passed out from not only just the blood loss but also due to how scared and stressed you were. You hated being in the hospital, feeling so vulnerable and alone. Thankfully, Abby was there with you, just now walking through that door.

“Who knew such a tiny blade could go so far, hm? Cut so deep,” you shrugged, watching as Abby dragged a chair to your side, settling down next to you.

“That’s generally what knives do, silly,” Abby scoffed, hand resting on yours now, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there in time. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

“Abby—,”

“If you need anything, I’m here, okay?”

“Abs,” you huffed. Oh, how you wished you could instantly recover from your current state just to miraculously leap into Abby’s arms. Of course, this action was impossible so you just lay there shaking your head.

“Right… Uhm, so, they say they’re just keeping you a little longer to observe you now, but also because I want you to be at a hundred percent. They also wanna make sure your stitches are fine, you’re not in any more crucial pain,” the dirty blonde nodded, huffing softly.

“Yeah, I figured,” your eyes rolled in annoyance, Abby knowing you’d hated being ‘held hostage’, “I just wanna pack up all my things and go home with you.”

“I know, I know. But the packing is almost done. I—, don’t be mad—, I took your keys before we left the house and started packing up your place myself after you were seen.”

You stared at Abby, mouth hanging open a tad while your brain was trying to form words that let Abby know you were by far beyond thankful, “You—, I’m—,” you hummed, raising your eyebrows, “You’re amazing,” that’s all you could say, a shiver taking over your body. Abby took notice of your little action, looking at the blankets.

“You want some more blankets?” you shook your head, “You hungry? I brought you some food from that ramen place you like so much. I got it extra spicy like you always—,”

“Abby,” you giggled at her mindless rambling, “I don’t want anything.”

“Nothing? No, no blankets? No food? No painkillers?”

“No. Just you, Abs,” you huffed, holding your hand out and giving Abby that stupid pouch she could never refuse, “I just want my big ol’ baby,” you pat the decent space for Abby to take up, grinning as she rolled her eyes and attempted to fit in the bed with you.

“This is so not okay. We’re gonna get in trouble.”

“No, we’re not,” your tone was playful, hand coming up to rest on Abby’s chest, “I’ll just say I didn’t know,” you managed to give Abby such a soft, sweet kiss, the blonde staring at you in shock, oddly enough.

“The second you’re all healed up, I am most definitely taking you out for dinner at least three times a week,” Abby held back from returning the kiss, “And you can’t say no or okay because you deserve it.”