"Alright, before you ask about my tattoos-"
"Plural?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Anyway," I said, dismissing his question, "no screwing around with this injury. Do what Dr. Andrews or whoever your doctor is tells you to do. I don't want you getting up unless you need too, and if you do get up, use your crutches. No doing anything dumbass. No partying with your brothers."
"Rob, don't test me."
"Alex, I'm gonna-"
He smirked knowingly.
"Robert James, I swear don't let me get to Gronkowski," I threatened, sighing. "You are not screwing around with this one. I wasn't here for your last big injury, so you had no one to keep a close eye on you. So I say again, no screwing around with your brothers, no walking until after you've been cleared, and don't push my buttons. Clear?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
"You're treating me like I'm four," he muttered, shaking his head.
"If it makes you feel better, I know you're twenty four and not four. I just want to see you heal quickly," I sighed, sitting next to him. He placed his lips to my temple.
"You worry too much," he sighed.
"You worry too little," I countered, taking his hand. He smiled.
"So anyway, tattoos?" Rob asked, raising an eyebrow and adding a grin. I sighed and stood up.
"Yes. I have five." I removed the hair from the nape of my neck to reveal the Roman numerals.
"Emily's birth-year. That was my first one. Here's my second one."
I lifted my shirt halfway to reveal my favorite. It was a quote that meant everything and more to me.
Never say goodbye, because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
That was on my ribcage.
I then pointed to the third. It was on my bicep, and it was a small infinity sign.
"The next one is on my forearm. How you and everyone else failed to see them...well...that still appalls me."
I held out my forearm to reveal the silhouette of my small black birds, flying away. They were almost exactly identical to Demi Lavato's.
"The last one is on my right shoulder blade." I revealed it. It was a broken heart stitched together with an array of words like love, courage, hope, faith, etc. I looked at Rob.
"I personally like the Peter Pan quote," he said with a small smile.
"You're not mad I hid them?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Of course not. We're all entitled to secrets."
"Alright, I'm exhausted and it's not even noon, so I'm gonna go lie down, alright?" I asked. He nodded.
"I can manage."
"Don't screw around. Watch a movie or something. And unless you absolutely have to, don't get up. I love you and...I'll be up later. I'm not kidding." I kissed his forehead and went into our room, flopping on the bed. I was out before I even knew it.
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