I don't deserve this... (Updike X Poor!Hurt!Reader)

How could you? (Part 5)

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It has been a week since the crash and you need a wheelchair until your left leg heals, which could take months. Gabriel Updyke (grudgingly) volunteered to watch over you as you get better. You even got put on paid leave until you are better. Today he took you to outside since you could not get out much. It was around noon so you two grabbed a quick meal and agreed to head back to his place. Whilst walking down the sidewalk Updyke stops and stares at an alley. He loads a pistol he kept on him at all times and ran off across the street, leaving you on the side of the concrete. You waited. And waited. And waited. It was 5 am and you were asleep until you heard footsteps.

"Y/N... Y/N? Hey are you alright?"

You woke up to Updyke whispering. Your eyes locking onto his, you begin to cry.

"U-Updyke I-I was so scared, w-what happened!? Why did you leave, I could not move and i was so... so... I was scared... what if you ran off and died? Got hurt? Why did you leave...?"

You begin to bombard him with questions as he puts his gun back in the holster

"Just had to take care of some business..." he said blankly

"...That's it? A-Are you sure your not hurt?"

"I'm not in a wheelchair am I?"

You smack him across the face, offended at his comment to your now crippled legs.

"Asshole..."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed onto the handle and began pushing you. You look down at your hands, feeling guilty for smacking him.

"Sorry for calling you that Updyke."

"Please, my name is Gabriel. Updyke is my last name..."

"Right, sorry for smacking you Gabriel i just got mad when you said that" You look up at him and beg to yourself he would forgive you.

"I've been called worse, it doesn't bother me"

... Does that mean your forgiven? Yes? No? You didn't know. The two of you walk inside his large house. It was early in the morning, 7 am to be exact. You shimmy onto the couch and sigh. Why did you have to be stuck like this? And for how long? Ever since you were let out everyone treated you like you were useless. A useless, poor cripple... you hear your caretaker call your name and you turn your head

"Yes Gabriel?"

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"Nothing special, just anything..."

Gabriel puts on his "Kiss the cook" apron and grabs some pans and a spatula. He opens the cabinets and takes out some pancake mix. Pancakes it is then.

"Do you want any blueberries or chocolate?"

"N-No! Regular is fine!"

You were surprised he asked dince last time he didn't. Was he starting to care? Ha no way, he is too uptight to care about you. You watch as he mixes the powder in with the other ingredients and pours them into the pan. The way he flipped them without even needing the spatula astonished you, you could hardly make max and cheese right yet he can flip pancakes like a pro! The two of you eat in silence, you didn't even bother to add toppings you instead let your mind ask questions

'Why did this happen to me?' 'Why did he care?' 'Are things ever going to get better?'

Your snapped out of your trance by him asking if you were ever going to finish, as he had a job and needed to go. He put on his suit and snatched his keys off of the table and left, leaving you alone. Just like always...