Maxxie: planes and beaten up fiancésMature

The pain in my body is slowly coming back to me. The nurse has been hovering, trying to give me my dose of morphine, but I keep refusing it. I don't want to be so out of it when my fiancé turns up this time. I wouldn't mind so much if I was on my own, but I just feel like a dick for falling asleep on him all the time.

By the time Hadley finally arrives, a couple of hours after visiting hours start, I've given into a small dose of morphine. As hardcore as I wish I was, my pain threshold seems to have lowered since I was at school. I look up as he walks over and sits straight on the bed with me, smiling.


"What happened to you?" I ask, arching my eyebrow at him as I take in the bruises that've sprung up over night.

"Would you believe me if I said I walked into a door?"

"No..." I pause and then it clicks in my head, the answer falling into place all too slowly, "you went and found them, didn't you?"

"...Yeah." I groan and close my eyes. Why? Why did he have to go find them when I asked him not to? He kisses my temple, but I can feel a tiny spark of irritation in the pit of my stomach.

"I asked you not to go find them, Hadley."

"I know you did."

"So why did you?"

"Because they hurt you." I sigh.

"But now you're hurt," I mumble, opening my eyes and lifting a hand to stroke his cheek gently.

"Just a couple bruises," he smiles a little and kisses my hand. The irritation dies almost instantly and I rest my head on his shoulder.

"I love you. Even if you can be incredibly stupid," I chuckle slightly.

"I took the three of em down no problem."

"They might've had knives with them."

"I was willing to risk it." You're an idiot, Hadley. I keep that thought in my head and kiss his neck instead, making him hum.

"I'm gonna discharge myself this evening," I tell him. Sure, it hurts to move, and I won't have the painkillers, but I'm not sticking around here any longer. I've already been told I'm not bleeding internally or concussed and I spent the morning hobbling around in my own clothes like some stubborn old man.  


"Yeah. I'll get the nurse to prescribe me some codeine. We can go back to the hotel and I'll book a flight back."

"I thought you weren't s'posed to fly?"

"That was when they thought I might be bleeding internally." Well that's not entirely true, but it'll be a few days before the flight anyways, so by then I'll be alright to fly anyway.

"Alright but the second we get back you're going to hospital to make sure"

"Why? Don't you trust English doctors?" I laugh slightly.

"I don't trust planes and beaten up fiancés in the same place." I huff at that, but it turns to a smile as Hadley's lips push against mine. He smiles back, cuddling me. I wince as his arms slide around me, cursing my dependence on morphine to be able to hug my own fiancé without hurting.


"S'okay," I smile again, "it's my fault. I told the nurse to give me less drugs so I don't pass out on you all day again."

"Well aren't you a gentleman," he giggles.

"I do my best," I chuckle, putting my arm around him. He leans on me a little.

"You're not mad at me for going after them, are you?"

"I should be, but I'm not really. I would've done the same if getting in fights doesn't land me in hospital like this." He smiles a bit, holding up his left hand, showing off his ring.

"Didn't even dent it." I smile too. He cuddles me some more and I have to fight back a wave of nausea as he jolts my collar bone a little. I manage not to wince, at least. I'm too busy planning on how I'm gonna kill Alex for most likely helping Hadley find out who it was.  

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