Before I know it, it's the next morning, Hadley's sat beside my bed and everything's too bright.
"Hey," he smiles.
"Hi," I mumble, trying to get my face to cooperate with me. He gets up and huggles me as best he can.
"Sorry if I hurt you."
"S'okay. I'm full of morphine," I chuckle, hugging back with the one arm that's free. It kinda hurts, but it's like a dull pain, so I just deal with it. He sits back down after a few moments when he's done.
"I'm never letting you out of the apartment again," he laughs a little. I smile slightly.
"I've not been beat up this bad in Hollywood before. I'm safer there than I am wandering around London in the dark."
"I'm still not letting you out," he smiles back. I start to laugh slightly, but end up having a coughing fit. That hurt.
"Sorry, that was my fault." I shake my head. How the fuck was that his fault? The fact I'm here and not at home is my fault for not running fast enough. Or for being out in the first place. He looks like he still feels guilty anyways and I resist the urge to reach over and slap him round the back of the head. "How long til they'll let you out of here?"
"Nurse said a few more nights to make sure I'm not gonna explode if I move. Or something like that. I dunno." I was busy being in pain.
"Is it just your arm or...?"
"My wrist, left collar bone, possible head injury and lots of sexy bruises."
"They got stronger since I last saw them," I say brightly. He shakes his head a bit, trying not to laugh.
"That's not a good thing, doll."
"Or maybe it was ‘cause Alex wasn't there," I shrug and wince as I regret it. He huggles me again and I kiss his shoulder, shuffling up so he can sit on the bed to the right of me. He sits down and sort of strokes my cheek. I lean on him a little, ignoring the dull pain flaring up where I'm touching him. He sighs and I mumble a quiet ‘sorry'.
"For letting myself get hospitalised."
"It wasn't your fault," he says, kissing my cheek.
"I shouldn't have been out."
"Why not? It's a free country." I don't say anything, instead sighing and Hadley's eyebrow lifts up.
"I wanna go home," I mutter, earning myself another hug.
"I know you do."
"Actually, just some of my clothes would be nice right now. Y'know. Ones that don't have blood on."
"What hotel were you staying at?"
"Premier Inn, the one in Islington."
"Okay. I'll bring some stuff down for you later on."
"Thanks," I smile, "the room key should be in the drawer with my phone and stuff. You can pay for a few more nights there, if you want," I tell him without thinking. And then I remember the ring is sitting right on top of my clothes in the suitcase. Shit. Well I can hardly take that back without looking suspicious, can I?
"Couldn't I just hide under your bed?"
"You could, but I think you might be found pretty quick."
"I don't wanna go," he says with his cute sad face.
"Well you don't have to go til they kick you out at like eight in the evening," I smile slightly.
"I know but I don't want to leave you."
"I'll be fine. I'm already laid up, what more can happen?" I chuckle but it trails off into another mini coughing fit. Fuck you, body.
"Nothing, I guess. I'm just worried about you." I kiss him in a pathetic attempt to placate him, but even as he kisses back, I can tell he's still worried. I put my good arm around him, hugging him tighter as he leans on me the tiniest bit. I'm not as bothered about the pain as Hadley clearly thinks I should be. To be honest, I should probably be grateful I didn't get stabbed or something. That would hurt a whole lot more.
"You'll hurt yourself even more."
"It's only bruises." He leans on me a little more and hugs my waist. I do my best to hide a wince as he brushes against a particularly nasty bruise. Of course Hadley notices it and looks almost horrified.
"Oh God, I'm really sorry, Maxxie."
"It's fine," I smile, kissing the top of his head, "don't worry about it." He tries not to and even manages to relax a bit. I hum, glad to be back with my Bunny at last, even if it's not really the place I wanna be with him. He kisses my neck softly and I tilt my head a little - rather, as far as I can get it without it hurting. He kisses some more and I smile, ignoring the attention we appear to be gaining from across the ward.
"I love you," he mumbles and I grin, giving him a proper, slow kiss.
"I love you too."