I woke up sprawled across the guys. My head still on Ashton, and Calum still cuddling me. However Michael was cuddling with my legs and Luke had his head on my hip. How that is comfortable for him, I don't know, but whatever floats your boat right?
The thing that sucked about this morning is that Im in a lot of pain. A pain worse than I have ever felt before. But I also feel like downing a bottle of pills. And I easily could. But i won't only because it would hurt to get up and the boys are here as well as Gump just found out about my depression.
I slowly snake myself out of Calum's grip and made my way down to Michael. I groan slightly at the pain. I know that if I try an walk I will fall straight on my face. I bent down to Michael and kissed his forehead.
"Michael.... I need your help." I said quietly. Nothing. I tried something I knew would wake him up. I placed my hand on his crotch and grabbed his member. Michaels eyes shot open.
"Thank you. I need your help..." I said in a whisper.
"Okaaay." He said dragging out the a in a whine.
"First can you grab the pill on the dresser with the water please?" I pouted.
He got up slowly and made his way to the dresser. He grabbed the pill in one hand and the glass of water in the other. He handed me both. I took the pill with ease and handed it back to him. He placed it on the bedside table.
He placed and arm under my knees and the other on my back. He lifted me up slowly so he didn't hurt me. My one hand gripped the collar of his t-shirt and the other rested on his neck.
"Your hands are freezing." He told me quietly.
"I know. Im frozen." I said. He brought me to my dresser and placed me down so I was standing. He held me so I wouldn't fall. He quickly turned me around so I was facing him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest. His hand went under my shirt so his warm hands were on my bare back. The contact gave me chills, but I smiled. I turned my head so it was on the one side if his chest. I tear slipped my eye. My hand wiped away the tear quickly. But another just slipped my eye instead.
"Michael....?" I asked quietly.
"Hmmm?" He asked back.
"I don't want to be like this. This morning I wanted to swallow a bottle of pills. And i don't want to be in so much pain that i can barely Stand and i just don't want to be like this." I sobbed quietly into his shirt. He hugged me a little tighter.
"Shh. Its okay. I'm going to be here and I'm not going to leave. I'm going to help and so are the boys. But lets warm you up first alright?"
I smiled a little and pulled away.
He went in my dresser and grabbed a sweatshirt he also grabbed my slippers from the top of my dresser. He took the sweater and opened it up, sliding my head in first. He took my wrist and lifted up the bandage slightly, taking a look at what was underneath.
"What are you doing." I asked him.
"Making sure its healing properly" he started "but I'm going to re-wrap them because the bandages are coming off and don't look very fresh."
He started to walk and i tried to follow, I couldn't take more then a step with the stitches both on my thighs and stomach.
"Mikey.... I can't." I started but cut myself off.
He came back and put an arm around my waist, he swung me up into his arms.
"Ah shit sorry." He said realizing he swung me to fast.
He brought me to me bathroom and set me on the sink. He reached under and grabbed the gauze from the mini first aid kit.
He took my arms and sat them on my lap with my wrists facing up. He rolled up the sweatshirt sleeves. They wouldn't go far up enough so he ended up taking off the sweatshirt, leaving me in my t-shirt. He took my wrists again and carefully unwrapped them. Leaving the large stitched up wounds uncovered. They looked horrible, and they hurt like hell. He then lifted up my shirt and pushed a bit of the shirt under the band of my bra so the shirt would stay out of his way. He took the little bit of tape off each end of the bandage that was covering my whole stomach. Those marks looked the same as the ones on my wrist. He then put his hands at the hem of my pants and slid the trousers down my legs. I felt really awkward sitting in my underwear in front of him. I think he could sense that. He continued anyway. He unwrapped the bandages the went around my whole thigh. He took them both off and I was baffled at the sight. These wounds were very large. Each had about 6 or 7 stitches on them. They looked horrible and they hurt the worst. He started to wrap up my legs only the top half of my thighs, where the cuts were. A bandage rubbed into a set of stitches, I flinched away and put my hand on Michael's making him stop his actions.
"Sorry.." I muttered removing my hand.
He continued to wrap them up. He put as little gauze back on as he could. He finished my thighs and stomach and went to my wrists. He had to wrap the whole bottom half of both of my arms.
"All done." He said smiling.
He helped me put my pants back on and my sweater.
Michael placed his hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the bone. "You are gorgeous you know... do you remember on our date when I said that we should do it again?"
"How about Sunday? I will plan something great?" He asked a little nervous.
"Of course." I said with a smile.
He parted my legs a little and moved his body between them. He moved the hand that wasn't on my cheek to my waist. He looked into my eyes with his beautiful ones. He looked at my lips and bit his. He looked back up at my eyes and leaned in slowly.
He placed his soft lips on mine. Our lips moving in sync and lighting a little fire in the pit of my stomach. The kiss was romantic, it was slow and gentle. I loved it. He removed his lips. But left them centimetres away from mine.
"I want to be the reason that you are happy." He told me with a smile.
I smiled back.
"I want you to be, too." As I finished he placed his soft lips back on mine.