Author's Note: So I know this update is fast but I kind of like this chapter. I don't know why haha
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Two weeks later, Mitchie and Alex were on their way home from the hospital. Mitchie was finally able to leave and couldn't be happier. Her stitches were out and she was able to walk short distances and hold actual conversations so needless to say, she was feeling a bit better. Mitchie was released with her belongings (including the engagement ring) and the doctor gave her a bottle of pain killers because he knew she'd still be sore for a about week or so. Mitchie refused to take them with her, so he gave them to Alex just in case. Mitchie had busted too many drug deals and has seen what addiction can do to people. While she knew that it would never get to that point with her, she didn't even want to give it the slightest chance. Alex, on the other hand, hated seeing Mitchie suffering so she put herself in charge of the pills.
It took a little longer to get to the car in Mitchie's condition, but once they got settled in, they were on their way home and Mitchie could not be happier. She hadn't seen the outdoors in a while, unless it was during the wheelchair walks around the hospital's garden that Alex would take her on to get some fresh air. As excited as Mitchie was to be home, she was not so happy about spending a few nights on the couch. 'Stupid injury' she thought to herself. She hasn't gotten to hold Alex the way she wanted to in 2 weeks.
The couple pulled up to the house and Mitchie got out of the passenger seat and slowly walked over to the driver's side to greet Alex. Mitchie opened Alex's door and looked at her with an excited smile.
"...Um...hi." Alex said. She had no idea what Mitchie was thinking.
"Get out of the car." Mitchie ordered with a grin.
"Okaaaay." Alex got out and closed the door, "What?"
Mitchie couldn't contain herself. It was like she had no control over her own body. Mitchie grabbed Alex by the hips and pulled her into the most passion-filled, loving kiss they've shared in a long time. Her arms wrapped around Alex's waist and brought her in as close as their bodies could be. When oxygen became an issue, Alex pulled away, her chest heaving against Mitchie's.
"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" Alex breathed against Mitchie's lips.
"I haven't gotten to kiss you like that in 2 weeks." Mitchie answered. Her eyes were clouding with lust as she slowly blinked.
Without anymore words, Alex grabbed Mitchie's face in her hands and closed the gap between their lips again. She opened her mouth slightly and tugged on Mitchie's lower lip with her teeth. Mitchie granted Alex entrance and Alex's tongue didn't hesitate to attack her girlfriend's. Mitchie wasn't complaining. She actually loved it when Alex took charge.
Alex used her body to push herself and Mitchie towards the house, never breaking contact until they got to the front door. As Alex got her keys from her pocket and tuned around to unlock the door, Mitchie had her hands massaging her sides and placing kisses all along the back of her neck. Alex took a quick second to moan before putting the 2nd key into the lock.
Once the door was open, Alex turned around in Mitchie's arms and reattached their lips. Her hands got lost in Mitchie's hair and Mitchie was holding onto Alex's hips as if Alex would disappear if she let go. Alex pulled on the bottom of Mitchie's shirt, wordlessly telling her to take it off.
Both girls were so lost in their desire for each other that they had almost forgotten everything that had happened before, why they were coming home in the first place.
Almost.
Mitchie was so eager to get out of her shirt that she moved too quickly for her body to handle in its current state. An intense ache ripped through the center of her torso just when she lifted her arms to get her shirt over her head. As soon as she felt it, she let out a loud yelp of pain, pulled her shirt back down, and grabbed her healing wound with both hands. Mitchie threw herself into a wall in frustration and slid down onto the floor, bringing her knees to her chest, hands still on her stomach. Mitchie was frustrated that her injury got in the way of being intimate with Alex and punched the floor in anger. Once she came to the conclusion that abusing the hardwood wasn't going to help, she returned her hand back to the site of her pain.
Everything happened so fast that Alex couldn't even register what was going on until she saw her girlfriend sitting on the floor hunched over with her head resting on her knees, sobbing and breathing heavily through the pain.
Alex's panic mode kicked in she ran out to the car to grab her purse, which she didn't even notice she forgot until then. She rushed back into the house and dropped to her knees so fast, she was sure she was going to get a bruise, rummaged through her bag for the pain-killers that the doctor gave her. Alex also took out a half-empty water bottle held both items out to Mitchie.
"Here, take this."
Mitchie never looked up, but she knew what Alex had. She shook her head 'no'. Alex knew about Mitchie's hatred for any kind of drugs.
"Mitch..." Alex started. No response.
"...Please? I really hate seeing you like this."
Mitchie slowly raised her head and looked at Alex. She saw the concern on Alex eyes and knew that she couldn't say no to the sadness on her face. With a sigh, Mitchie shakily took her hand off her stomach and grabbed the pill. She tossed it into her mouth and got a hold on the water bottle. The pill was washed down with a grimace. Mitchie gave the water bottle back to Alex and brought her hand back onto where the pain was waiting to leave. She was still panting and some sweat was starting to form on her face from the strain she put herself through.
Alex closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was happy that the scary moment was over. She crawled over to sit next to Mitchie and took her in her arms. Mitchie was sobbing from a mixture of the pain and the frustration that have been sitting inside of her for 2 weeks. Pain because of obvious reasons and frustration for not being there for Alex all the nights she spent alone in the house, for getting too excited and ruining their first real moment together in a while, and because she hasn't been physically active in a long time. Before the warehouse, Mitchie was always an active person. She'd go on runs and bike rides in the mornings. For the past 2 weeks, she's been either laying down or sitting during all hours of the day and was beginning to feel restless.
Alex sat there on the ground, just holding Mitchie as tears started rolling down her own cheeks as well. She ran her hand through Mitchie's hair over and over while whispering comforting words into her ear.
It was amazing how two people could just sit there and cry together in a comfortable silence.
Mitchie's sobs died down and she leaned her head up from its resting position on Alex's shoulder and looked up. She saw the tears going down Alex's face and lifted one of her hands to gently wipe them away. Mitchie had someone that cried when she cried; cried when she was in pain; cried for her.
Oh yeah. Alex was definitely Mitchie's soul mate.
"I'm sorry." Mitchie broke the silence.
"Stop apologizing. I shouldn't have pushed you into something you weren't strong enough for.
Mitchie hated the sound of that. She'd always been a strong person. She wasn't used to being incapacitated in any way.
"Yeah but I shouldn't have started it in the first place." Mitchie kissed Alex on the cheek and put her forehead back on the shoulder it was previously attached to.
"...So I really have to sleep on the couch for a while?" Mitchie asked.
Alex let out a laugh and Mitchie joined in.
"Until you're able to go up and down stairs with no pain, your body stays down here."
Mitchie groaned at the thought of being confined to the lower level of the house.
With a smile, Alex helped Mitchie stand up and walk over to the couch where she had Mitchie sit after the events of the past 10 minutes.
That was one of Alex's favorite parts about their relationship. They were able to go from crying to joking around in a split-second.
"Do you want something to eat?" Alex asked from the kitchen.
"Do we have any pepperoni pizza?" Mitchie responded with a small glimmer of hope in her voice.
"I think I'm gonna grab you some soup instead." Alex giggled. She was paranoid that something like pepperoni pizza would further discomfort Mitchie's stomach, so she didn't want to take any chances.
That evening...
The two officers were sitting on the couch as their movie was just ending. As the screen went black, Alex looked over and smiled at what the sight on the other end. Mitchie was laying down asleep, taking up two of the cushions of the couch's length and a cute, light snore was filling the new silence. Alex went upstairs to the hall closet, got a couple pillows and blankets and replaced the throw under Mitchie's head with a more suitable sleeping surface. She started putting the blanket over the sleeping figure but as she was tucking her in, Alex got curious. In the entire 2 weeks, she still hadn't seen the actual wound, itself. She would have caught a glimpse of the scar earlier today, but Mitchie put her shirt down before she could get a look. After some thought, Alex found herself getting down on her knees, reaching for the hem of Mitchie's top and slowly lifting it up. She almost lost her breath when she started to see what was on Mitchie's otherwise smooth, perfect skin.
Just above Mitchie's bellybutton, a little to the right, was a large, 3-inch or so long scar with a round shape in the middle where the bullet had gone in. Some of the bruising was still present so there was a black and blue could around the ugly reminder of what had happened.
Alex was in a trance and before she knew it, her hand was raising to touch the scar. As soon as her fingers made contact, Mitchie stirred and Alex gasped and pulled her hand back. She looked to see if Mitchie had been woken up but when she was assured that nothing happened, she reached over again. Alex ran her fingers up and down the scar repeatedly, sometimes stopping at the former bullet hole and just observing. She kept her hand on the mark ans she inspected it. Mitchie would always have this to remind her of a horrible, painful experience and Alex couldn't help but feel responsible. She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand apply pressure to the back of her own, making Alex's palm come in full contact with the scar.
Alex glanced up and saw Mitchie looking back at her with a small, sad smile. Mitchie's own fingers started drawing light circles on the back of Alex's hand.
"I'm so sorry this had to happen to you." Alex whimpered.
"Would you stop apologizing? It was either this or watch you get killed. I'd never be able to live with myself if anything happened to you back there, so I'm kinda glad it left a scar. It's a reminder of how much true love a person can feel. It's much more bad-ass than a tattoo of your name." Mitchie said with a wink.
Alex chuckled and put Mitchie's shirt back down. She scooted over to where Mitchie's head was and gave Mitchie a goodnight kiss before walking over to the love seat next to the couch and setting up her own pillow and blanket.
"Lex, you are not sleeping in a chair. Go upstairs and get into the bed. There's no point in both of us waking up sore tomorrow."
"Nonsense. I want to be here in case anything happens and besides, the chair reclines." Alex argued. Mitchie knew that there was never any use debating with Alex, so she just snuggled into her blanket and closed her eyes after whispering a quite "goodnight."
After Mitchie ad fallen asleep, the smile left Alex's face and thoughts of the scar, the events at the warehouse, the first night at the hospital all came flooding back to her. She pulled the lever to let out the foot part of the seat and leaned back into a prone position. A single tear rolled out of her eye as she drifted into slumber.
Okay so I was thinking and I decided to divide this chapter AGAIN so there will still me another update before the epilogue. I know I keep adding to this so I hope no one minds if the story goes a wee bit longer than planned. I really meant for it only to be 2 chapters and here we are haha
Also I know the past 3 chapters AND this one have ended with someone falling asleep. That was purely by coincidence. I have the vague ideas in my mind, but the exact words and little details, including how each chapter ends, are made up as I go so sorry if it doesn't sound like I'm very original with ending chapters :)
Thanks for reading!