I'm not sure why but it's not weird the way we are right now. I take that back. It's weird but not uncomfortable. It's surprising, since Rafe is an abrasive person who's incredibly self focused and impulsive.
But one thing about Rafe is he's loyal. I guess in his eyes I'm an ally worth protecting. I was never really a romantic and never really felt close connections with guys who were interested in me. I found most of them to be lazy, half assed, and just not it. Something about Rafe's intensity was pulling me in.
Rafe interrupts my thoughts, patting my arm, "sorry to make you get up but I have to pee so bad."
"Oh sorry," I say in a laugh. Wow he didn't move for like 10 hours just so I could sleep.
He gently sits me up but basically sprints to the bathroom. My stomach starts to growl as I stretch my legs out. Chocolate chip pancakes sound so good right now, that jello from the hospital left a bad taste in my mouth.
I rub my eyes and close them for a second, wrapping my arms around myself gently, careful not to pop any of my stitches. I didn't notice how cold the room was without Rafe underneath me.
I heard the faucet shut off and the bathroom door open and I look towards Rafe. He's wearing a baggy long sleeve t shirt and sweatpants with no cuffs on the end. That outfit must be less than 10 dollars total but he still looks as cute as when he wears his designer suits and polos. Dare I say he looks better in comfy clothes like that. His disheveled hair curls down over his forehead, his under eyes a bit puffy.
I realize I'm staring at him and look down to avoid his smirk or snarky comment. He walks over to the mini fridge, grabbing a cold water bottle and opening it.
"Can I have one"
"This is for you" he hands me the bottle and I softly smile in thanks.
I make a quick trip to the bathroom, trying to finger detangle my hair and wash up.
After I return I take a long sip and sit back down on the bed. Rafe sits down beside me, looking me up and down. "I'm gonna check your back ok?"
"Ok," I respond. I turn a bit and he moves behind me, his finger tips gently grazing the skin over the waistband of my sweatpants. He can definitely see the goosebumps this time. It's more embarrassing to have a guy look at your bare back when you're fully conscious like this, rather than dazed in the comfort of the darkness. He gently lifts the gauze and looks at my stitches.
"Does it hurt?" I shake my head and respond, "not as bad as last night." He sighs and puts my shirt back down, placing his hand on the small of my back.
"You're so lucky i'm the medical prodigy I am," he says with a snobby voice and a smirk.
I look at him and ask, "you must be tired waking up like that all night."
"I'm not," he reassures with a frown. "I'm surprised you didn't wake up though, usually the duck works wonders I'm a heavy ass sleeper."
We both laugh and I place my hand on his forearm.
"God, I hated seeing you like that. I've never seen you cry before." I furrow my eyebrows. He hasn't? Hm.
After a few moments of silence he repeats, "I'm sorry for dragging you into this. This whole fucking thing is a mess and you got hurt cuz of me, I just..."
"It's not your fault."
"You know I'll take care of you, yeah? Stay home, I'll take care of the cross. You'll still get your cut, k?"
I sigh and just stare at him in contemplation.
"Is this cross really worth it Rafe?" I suggest. His eyebrows furrow as he answers, "it... its not worth you getting hurt, no. That's why I'm offering to take care of it. Is it worth all the money you could ever dream of? If that's your question y/n, then yes, of course."
