She needed to shower, the blood from her face had somehow ended up in her hair, dropped on her clothes and if she could get cleaned up maybe she'd feel a little more normal. Everything was anything but normal. She needed him to stay, was he going to leave? "I need to shower" she stated.
He nodded against her, but he didn't let go, just held her a little tighter, when he finally pulls back, he just looks scared, like she's made of glass and he's afraid he'll say the wrong thing. It breaks her a little, makes her feel so helpless, and embarrassed, but somehow, it also makes her feel loved.
"I'll leave the door cracked, in case I need help. But I think I'm fine, it's mostly from my neck up that I'm hurting." She turns to walk towards her bathroom but stops, words flying from her mouth before she even has a chance to process them. "Jim...please don't leave" she pauses, still facing away from him. He doesn't hesitate, not even for a second "Pam, I'm not going anywhere. I promise." And with that she walks into the bathroom, leaving the door cracked just in case.
She turns on the shower wincing as the warm water hits her body. Jim looks around her apartment, and he can't help but feel...home. Home is the word he decides on. Everything in it perfectly Pam, from the easel on her dining room table, down to the throw blanket draped across her couch. He finds a broom in the kitchen and begins sweeping up the shards of glass littered across the floor.
She's rinsing her hair, her mind reeling with so many thoughts, and way too many emotions. So many questions, so many things she wants to say. Her mind feels like it's drowning, and she finds it hard to believe she's not stuck in a dream, or nightmare, she's not really sure which category this falls under. She steps out of the shower wrapping herself in her robe as she looks in the mirror. The cut wasn't too bad, it would heal just fine, but the bruising was ugly. Across her cheek, around her neck and at the tops of her arms where he'd grabbed her off the floor after hitting her hard enough to knock her down.
She disappeared into her room to pull on her favorite pjs, she finds Jim sweeping the last little bit of glass into the pan, throwing it into the trash can. He hands her a glass of water, and a couple Tylenol, she wants to make a joke, lighten the mood? Tease him about raiding her kitchen looking for some kind of pain reliever, but honestly she's at loss for words. What do you say when your ex fiancé shows up to work and attempts to...well she doesn't know what exactly he planned on doing, but harming the man you love, and then shows up at your apartment and beats the shit out of you, only for said man you love to be there, at your apartment like some kind of hero? Oh and he also has no idea just how much you love him because when he told you how he felt, you told him you couldn't do it, you told him that he misinterpreted your friendship. Stupid she thinks. She doesn't know what to say so she just looks at him and asks if he's hungry.