Lillian was smiling as she fell asleep. Real good luck dad, Darren wasn't letting go of her anytime soon.
He would protect her the way he always had, he hated the pit in his stomach that he always got when she was in danger or he was unable to protect her.
Was that church bells ringing or was she going crazy. "And now my throat is trying to murder me." She winced in pain, rubbing the black, blue, purple, and red strangulation marks gently.
"I have stuff I can do to help that," he chuckled, "Probably low grade pain relievers like Ibuprofen and some Mederma or Neosporin…"
She nuzzled her nose against him, she would get the same pit whenever she couldn't help or felt absolutely helpless and useless in a situation.
Her throat felt like it'd swelled to the point where she couldn't even talk. Even if she could, it hurt like hell. She smiled gratefully. Could you please?
Her throat felt like it'd swelled to the point where she couldn't even talk. Even if she could, it hurt like hell. She smiled gratefully. Could you please?
"Okay," he kissed her forehead gently on his way off the bed, "I'll be right back, hang in there,"
She nuzzled her nose against him, she would get the same pit whenever she couldn't help or felt absolutely helpless and useless in a situation.
He allowed himself to relax but could already feel how warm he was getting internally yet his skin was cold and sweat collected on his forehead. He just wanted sleep and that's what he would force himself to get.
Hang in where? There's nowhere to hang in! She smiled to herself, leaning back on the pillows, relaxing slowly.
He came back in a rush, his hands full of whatever he could grab for her and a water bottle.
Lillian felt her eyebrows furrow, something was off. Not just her own problems, something was off with her boyfriend.
She smiled a little, grabbing a small pad and paper from the table next to her. 'You don't have to do this.'
Lillian felt her eyebrows furrow, something was off. Not just her own problems, something was off with her boyfriend.
He swallowed hard and closed his eyes, maybe if he slept this wouldn't happen or at least he couldn't feel it.
Lillian blinked open, she was still sort of half asleep half awake. She looked up at Darren, "You okay?"
She smiled a little, grabbing a small pad and paper from the table next to her. 'You don't have to do this.'
"In a few months, I plan on making a few more promises to you. One of those being 'In sickness and in health' I'll still be here for you. I feel like I do need to do this and I want to help you so deal with it," he rambled as he applied a cream to her neck. He had put a bottle of Ibuprofen next to her with the water bottle.
Lillian blinked open, she was still sort of half asleep half awake. She looked up at Darren, "You okay?"
He hated people being anywhere near him when he was sick, always had and probably always would but what was harder was telling people when he wasn't feeling good. He stuck with the answer he always gave even if it was obvious that he was otherwise, "I'm fine,"
She rolled her eyes with a smile. 'Yeah but I'm not sick or healthy. Just stupid.'
"I don't believe that," he sighed, his voice stayed calm as we worked, "You're very smart, smarter than most people and though your decisions aren't always desirable you should know that you are, by no means, stupid,"
Lillian frowned and moved to get off the couch. She didn't try to push him further, "I'll head up to the bedroom if that helps you out."
'We're all at least a little stupid, sugar.'
"What? No that is no help at all," his eyes opened quickly, "Don't go,"
'We're all at least a little stupid, sugar.'
"I don't really believe that either. It's your decisions not you," he sighed, "Take the meds and relax," he sat back down next to her,"
(If I can get my shit together)
Lillian chuckled and moved back to her closer position, "Okay, I won't. But you don't have to hide whatever's wrong from me."
(Something up?)
(I'm gonna run away and never see any of you again)