Chapter 8
Kit's POV*
"What did you have Julian get us?" I ask Ty. "Well,
mainly junk food," Ty said. "Okay, but let's not eat right now? I'm tired," I told Ty. "Me too," Ty said yawning. I managed to shift enough, so I was on my side. I really just wanted hold Ty close to me. "Thank you, Ty," I tell him. "For what?" He asks me. "For everything," I say and fall asleep.
A Few Hours Later*
When I woke up, Ty was staring at me. "Hey," I whispered. "Hey," he whispered back. I'm still on my side, and Ty is still curled up against my chest. "What time is it?" I ask Ty. "I'd say around one thirty," he said. "Food," I whisper, and Ty laughed. "Okay," Ty says, as he rolls off the bed. "Get some pants too," I tell him. "Why?" He asks. "In case someone doesn't knock," I told him. He shrugged. He grabbed the bag of food, and two pairs of pants, then throws one at me, and I laugh. "I need help, Ty," I tell him. "Oh, yeah. I guess you do, stand up," he replies. I stand up, trying not to wince. Ty noticed that I did, and he helped me up the rest of the way. "Thanks" I whisper to him, as he's helping me put my pants on. Ty kisses me when he's done.
We lay back down on the bed, but this time Ty has food. He was right about junk food, but there were also some apples and grapes.
I still have very little movement for my back, because it hurts so much. "Ty," I say. "Rune please," I continue. "Of course," he says, and goes to work putting a healing rune on me. "There's only one gash that hasn't closed," he says, as he runs his hand down the scars that have closed. "Thank you helping me," I say sheepishly. "You would've done the same for me," he informs me. "I guess I would've," I mutter.
Ty's POV*
It was the next day, and Kit and I somehow managed to get out of bed. Kit had me put a bandage on the gash that hadn't yet closed, so he could wear a shirt.
We went down to breakfast, and everyone acted like yesterday never happened. I was eighteen, but Livvy should've been too. Kit caught onto my change of mood, and held my hand. He ran his thumb over my knuckles, keeping me calm.
After breakfast, we went to the training room. I didn't have my headphones, but I wanted to train with Kit, to make sure he could still throw, and use a sword. "Ty, you don't have to help me," Kit tells me. "Yeah, but I want to," I let him know. Kit shrugs and immediately regrets it. "Ow," he winces. I walk over to him, and kiss him softly on the forehead. "You can't do that," I tell him. "I found that out the hard way," he says back. I laugh.
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