Recovery, a saiyuki fanfic

Title: Recovery

Author: Brad C

Description: Kou POV, Fluff, In Bed

It had been months since I have been lying in this hospital bed. It was after another incident of ours that was taken to a personal level from the last, or I should say our first encounter from during the one of the experiment periods. If I had known better to just tell you the first place it would have not happened; of course, is one those little fights that we always have before that I could never bring myself to tell you such thing – like rehiring a recent servant from my stepmother? What must I be thinking? I would not think I had much of any choice for being who I am. I guess for starters, I should have known better to just defend myself. But I couldn't because of your blind rage, and those times before...

Those fears never seem to have gone away from the beginning.

They are still here with me no matter what...

I can tell you it has never gotten lonely in this room ever. You are on this bed, lying closely beside me with your arms gently wrapped around me, under your gentle embrace with my head resting on your chest comfortably. You never seem to mind that at all, ever since the days we have gotten close. Perhaps too close... I can feel our legs entwined underneath these white sheets. You are always here, and simply being here when I need someone the most. I don't suppose you can call my stepmother someone caring for her act of motives? You already know that. In simplest terms, you never really left this room at all. You told me that you have been in this room for months, until I have finally woken up from my coma. My fault! I never should have mentioned being closer to death this time around even if were done by your hands, and make you go on another one of your guilt trips.

Here let me kiss them better for you.

There you go running your hand through my hair again with your fingers under my tendrils. Is quite comforting... Sometimes you make me feel like such a complete child, you know that? Not that I mind though, besides I have such a habit of holding that stuffed bunny doll of yours. I can never think of anything else to relate to you besides those things: packs of cigarettes, lighters, and the bunny doll that have gotten used to. Also that scent you leave behind whenever you smoke. I guess I have got used to that as well.

Don't mind if I hold your bunny doll?

Here I am silently watching you while nodding your head quietly at me, and smiling with your genuine smiles as you turn reach over for the bunny doll from the table beside you; then placing into one of my arms. Did I ever tell you that the bunny doll reminds me of you? I figured you already know that without me telling you this.

Another things is... I don't know why I can never stop apologizing to you, even for something I never done wrong? I guess is something out of habit compare to the feelings I have for the others in this palace. Yet you tell me to stop apologizing, but how can I not? I always fear that I have done something wrong to hurt you...

Yawn... I am getting tired, shall we call this a day?

I am still recovering from these injuries that you are very well aware of.

I close my eyes quietly and tiredly as I rest sound asleep on your chest.

END