This is ANOTHER Kabby one-shot. I cannot stop writing these two lately. This is going to be fluff, after seeing that 2x16 promo (NOT OK...by the way I've only had ep 9, here in the UK.), and I am trying to keep away the scared thoughts, by thinking fluffy Kabby. Ok, here we go!
Marcus looked around the medical room, from his bed. No one was here. Just him. Abby had been forced out by Jackson, an hour ago, begging her to eat something, and rest. Abby had actually argued with him, and Jackson gave her a bit of tough love, telling her she may be his chancellor, but he wasn't going to let her order him to let her starve. Jackson had promised to look after Marcus, and keep her updated, if there was any change. He had also promised to make sure he keeps resting. Marcus scoffed. He was being babysat, and he didn't like it. What good am I to my people, stuck in a bed?, he thought, miserably.
He had been in and out of consciousness for 3 days, and then a few hours ago, he had woken up, everything hazy. Then he had noticed the small brunette-haired figure, that was lying down on the little space of the bed he didn't take up, snoring. Her right arm was lying out in front, like she had been holding out to something. He had been too busy staring at her, until Jackson had caught his attention with "Kane! You're awake." That had been when Marcus had jumped, and soon after, so had Abby, a look of panic on her face, until her brown eyes, fixed on his. "Marcus?..." she had croaked out. Then she had had started worrying over him, asking him if he was feeling ok, her warm hand reaching for his hand, until she had realised what she had been doing, and pulled away awkwardly. "I'm glad to see you too," he had told her, with a half cheeky smile, looking into her brown eyes.
Abby had fixed him up, pretty good. His femoral lacerated artery was ok for now, and he knew the bruises and cuts he had everywhere, would go. While Jackson had been on 'Marcus Watch,' he had asked the young doctor if he could have some water, and Jackson had surprisingly gone out, leaving him alone, to get some. It had been that easy.
He looked around the empty room once more, before sitting up out of his bed, slowly. He let out a hiss, as he felt the pain in his thigh, and chest at the same time. He forced his mouth shut, and got himself off the bed, putting all the weight on his arms, letting out low growls, at the pain. He put both his feet down onto the cool medical floor, and grabbed onto the side of the bed, getting ready to stand up. He slowly stood up straight, clutching onto the side of the bed tightly, biting onto his lip, to stop the cries, as the pain got too much for him. He held onto the bed, breathing in and out, trying to compose himself. He looked down, and saw the state he was in. The fabric of his pants, had been cut on his bad leg, up to his thigh. He was wearing a new t-shirt, and could feel the bandages on his chest now. He dared to look down at his bad leg. There was also a bandage on that. He began to look for his boots, but they were nowhere in the room. Oh well, he thought, and he began to make his escape. He carefully placed his bad leg in front of him, trying to ignore the pain, concentrating on making it out of medical, before Jackson or Abby make it back, and catch him in the act.
He had made it to the door, grabbing onto the operating table, to stop from falling, as he did. But as he looked out the door, he saw two guards at the entrance. Damn it! To make matters worse, he spotted Abby and Jackson making their way towards medical, food and water in their hands. SHIT!, he thought, as he tried to make his way back to his bed. But it was too late. "MARCUS! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?," Abby yelled, shoving the food in Jacksons hands, running towards him. The pain then chose the worst time to double over, as he crouched down, in agony, gripping the table tightly. Abby's face dropped as she saw him go to the ground. Marcus groaned, as everything hurt. He felt Abbys arms grab onto his arms, pulling him up, then she put one arm round his waist tightly, and encouraged him to lean his weight on her, taking him back to his bed.
After Abby sat Marcus back onto the bed, she got up, and started pacing in front of him, pulling at her hair. "Abby-," he started, but she wouldn't let him talk. "What the hell did you think you were doing, Marcus!," she snapped, looking at him angrily. Marcus began to speak, but she cut him off again, not letting him answer. "Do you realise how stupid that was?," she growled, pacing and pulling at her hair again. Marcus watched her. He has never seen her this worked up before. "I am no use to our people, sat in bed. I need to help," he said, looking at her calmly. "Abby stopped pacing again, looking at him. "Marcus, you are recovering! You are no use to your people right now, trying to start walking round camp!," she blurted out. "I just need-," he began again, but she wouldn't let him continue. "You NEED rest Marcus! I know you hate this, but you are helping the people and me, by resting. Getting strong again. I almost lost you 4 days ago! I am NOT losing you now," she yelled. "Abby..." Marcus whispered. "No. No Marcus. Just please rest," she begged. He looked into her brown eyes. They were full of tears, refusing to spill. "What if I can't?," he asked her, his voice quiet. "You must," she whispered. They stared at each other for a while, until Jackson coughed, breaking their contact. "Right, I just need to check your leg," Abby spoke quietly, leaning down in front of him.
"It's f-," Marcus began. "Marcus," she warned him, "Let me look." Marcus nodded, and let Abby roll the fabric up a bit of the leg of his pants, that had been cut. Abby unwrapped the bandage off slowly, apologising as he hissed at the contact. Marcus refused to look at his leg. "It's fine. It's starting the healing process," she told him, her voice a little bit shaky. "Told you," he said, giving her a smile, hoping to get one from her. She gave him an unamused look, and wrapped his leg back up with gentle hands. "I'm going to get you some food. Can you promise me you won't run off on me?," she asked him, standing up. "Well, it's not like I can do any running, in my condition,"he told her, smiling softly. "Marcus...," she said. "I promise, Abby." She sighed at that, and made her way out the door, her hand going through her hair again, on the way out.
Marcus moved his body onto the bed, and relaxed. He noticed Jackson shaking his head, not looking happy. "What?," he asked the young doctor. Jackson just stared. "Spit it out, Jackson," Marcus told him.
"You are ridiculous," Jackson blurted out, staring Marcus in the eye. Marcus raised an eyebrow at that. "For wanting to help my people?," Marcus asked. "For not realising how worried Abby is, about you," Jackson said. "Abby didn't risk her life, and fix you up, just for you to not think about getting better, and not looking after yourself," he continued. "You didn't see the way she was. She hasn't left your side, until today. She only did that, because I made her realise that she had to be healthy herself, if she was to continue helping you," he said. "Abby cares, ALOT. You know that, right?", Jackson asked him. "I do know that. She's a doctor. She just can't help it. She would of done the same with everyone else," Marcus replied. Jackson shook his head. "No. Abby hasn't slept by all her patients side before. I've only seen her do that with Clarke, and that's because she's her daughter, who she would do anything for," Jackson told him. Marcus stared at Jackson. "She shouldn't have to sleep near me," Marcus muttered. "Well...she did, Kane. She's done this for three nights in a row. You had a small fever the second night, and she'd been awake for that, all night, talking to you,telling you to stay with her, and making sure weren't too hot or cold," Jackson admitted.
Marcus began to feel guilty, and a little confused. Before Marcus could ask anything though, Abby was back with his food. "She looked relieved to see him in his bed. "I bought you some soup," she muttered, placing a small tray with a bowl and spoon on it, onto his lap. "Thank you, Abby," he said, giving her a small smile. "Ok, Abby, I'm going to go and get some sleep, will you be ok?," Jackson asked her, getting up. "Yes, I'll be fine," Abby told him, smiling at him. "Night, Jackson," she called out to him, as he went to leave. "Night, Abby," he replied. "Oh, try and get some sleep, ok?", he told her, giving her a look. "Ok...," she said, and he left.
"What time is it?," Marcus asked her, filling his spoon with what appeared to be chicken flavoured soup. "Seven-thirty pm," Abby told him, picking up her spoon, to eat her soup too. "Wow..." Marcus replied. Have I really been out of it for that long?, he thought. They continued to eat their soup in silence, until they were finished. Abby took the tray off Marcus, and placed it, and her bowl, on the table in the room. She took a bottle of water off the side, and gave it to Marcus, who thanked her. Marcus drank most of the water, until Abby smiled.
"Abby, I'm really sorry...for being foolish," he told her, looking at her as he spoke, hoping she knew he really was sorry. Abby nodded, accepting the apology. "Please don't do that again," she spoke, her voice really quiet. Marcus looked at her, and noted that her eyes were red, and had bags under them. She really hadn't slept at all, and she looked like she had cried a lot. Her face was also very pale, and he noticed the cut on her face, that had started healing. Marcus couldn't stop his yawn, as it escaped his lips. "You should get some rest," Abby told him. "So should you," Marcus pointed out. Abby just looked at him, the look of fear appearing on her face. "I'm still here Abby," he whispered. She looked into his eyes again, and then it was all too much. He saw the tear escape her eye, and she looked down. "Y-you almost left me, in there," she choked out, more tears escaping, but she wouldn't look at him.
Looking at Abby with her guard down now, Marcus realised that Jackson was right about her worrying. "But I didn't...," he said, quietly. Marcus reached out to lay his hand on hers, so she looked up at him. Her eyes were wet with tears, that were still falling. "Abby...why are you spending all this time, worrying so much about me, of all people?," he asked her. "Because I care about you so much, Marcus!," she blurted out. "The thought of living my life without you around...it hurt's SO m-much!," she blurted out, half angry at him for not seeing himself as important in this world. Marcus's eyes widened at this confession. "I-I don't und-", he began. "I care about you, not like a friend cares for a friend, Marcus," she whispered. That sentence confirmed what he was thinking, but was too unsure to ask. "When, did you start to...?," he began to ask. "I just did, that's what I can say," she mumbled, looking down. "Oh, Abby...," he said, gently. She looked back up at him. Marcus smiled at her, and his thumb began to stroke the palm of her hand, that he had been holding. "When we were down there...," he started, "and you were there with me, I realised...," he muttered. "I realised that I have been thinking of you as more than a friend, too," he confessed. Abby's eyes widened this time. "You?..." she whispered. He nodded, and smiled. "When I thought I was dying, I was thinking about how I was never going to see you again. It scared me," he admitted. Abby just stared at him, not believing what he was saying.
Marcus yawned again, and he felt how heavy his eyes were. "Y-you should sleep, Marcus," she muttered. "I know," he replied, looking at her softly. "You still don't want to leave me, do you?," he asked her. "No", she told him. Marcus suddenly moved around in his bed, until there was some space near him. "If you want, you can stay here, and we can both get some sleep better?," he asked her, looking nervous at what he was asking. "Are you sure there is enough room?," she asked. "Yes," he told her. He watched then, as Abby slipped out of her boots and jacket, and made her way over to his bed, lying down in the space, next to him. He pulled the covers over them, making sure she had enough. Abby slowly turned herself round, so she was facing Marcus. He gave her a soft smile. She gave him one in return.
Suddenly, she laid her arm on his waist, making sure to not lean onto any bruises near his stomach. She looked at him, asking him silently, if this was ok. He just smiled , and she leaned her head to rest near his shoulder. He lay his chin on top of her head, and kissed the top of it. He felt her lean into him even more as he did that, and he smiled. He felt a lot more comfortable with her by his side, like it was meant to be. It also comforted him to know she would sleep. At this thought, he saw her eyes began to drop. "Goodnight, Abby," he whispered, placing another kiss on her head. "Goodnight, Marcus," she said quietly, drifting off to sleep in his arms. Marcus soon followed, and fell asleep, with his arm wrapped around Abby protectively.
Annd, that's it, folks. Well, it got fluffy at the end, right? I might make this a 2 parter, as there was suppose to be awkward Marcus and Abby, and I think this could work out, next? ;) Reviews are always nice :)