Adelina's POV
I woke up and still was connected to a bunch of wires but I was much more comfortable. I took in my surroundings. I was home. I never thought that this place would ever provide me comfort, but it did. Mr. J had done that; turned this nightmare of a house into my home. Speaking of Mr. J, where is he? I sat up to try and stand to go look for him.
"Easy, easy. Lay back down." He had come from the arm chair in the room, I looked at it and saw a laptop with tons of papers surrounding it. He must have been working in here.
"Hey, I was just about to come look for you." My voice was very rough and my throat dry. He handed me a bottle of water.
"I never left baby girl. Been right by ya. Don't drink too much at once, you will make yourself sick." He instructed me.
"Alright, Dr. J." I rolled my eyes and he laughed.
"How are you feeling?" He asked concerned.
"Rough. I hurt but not nearly as bad as I know I should. I also feel disgusting, like I haven't showered in awhile." I looked at myself and saw I was still in a hospital gown. Then I saw it. I had no bruises on my arms, I pulled the blanket off and none were on my legs, just a long pink scar. I started scrambling to look under the gown but Mr. J grabbed my hands.
"Not now. Just rest, please. Get a few more hours of rest, I will unhook you from everything but the IV while you are asleep and then we can get you in the bath." He seemed a very stressed. I put my hand on his face.
"It's okay Mr. J, I am okay thanks to you." I try to comfort him. He sighs and leans into my hand.
"They told me that if we had been any longer, you wouldn't have made it Adelina. In fact, it was a miracle that you did. If it wasn't for that medicine, you would still be at the hospital hooked up to a bunch of machines and barely hanging on." He whispered. "I almost lost you."
"But you didn't and that's what we need to focus on and be grateful for. I am still here despite all odds." I did not like seeing this sad version of my Mr. J. I wanted to be happy and laughing with him again.
"I'll try. Get some sleep." He kisses me on my lips.
I pout when he pulls away. "I'm not even tired!" I protest. This causes him to finally smile and he holds up a button.
"Oh but you will be." He says mischievously. Damn him, he drugged me again.
"You are impossible. You know you can achieve the same effects just by laying with me?" I tell him.
"Oh really? You will fall into a deep sleep if I just lay next to you?" I nod sleepily.
"You keep my nightmares away." It slips out of my mouth before I can stop it. Then worse, I add "plus I love cuddles" causing me to giggle like a little girl. He looks at me surprised and busts out laughing. I fall asleep to that sound with a smile on my face.
I wake up feeling less restricted and am relieved to see that I am less more machine and more human. I feel less achy but more disgusting. "Morning sunshine, well I guess evening." I hear Mr. J say. He walks over to me.
"How long have I been out?" My throat hurts worse and I can feel my lips dry and chapped.
"Well you were in surgery for majority of a day. We brought you home shortly after you woke up from surgery, stealing a few machines with us as you can see." He winked at me but then his face got sad. "You didn't wake up for three days. I had a bunch of doctors come in and look at you and all they would tell me is that your body was healing. I was very frustrated. I mean you were awake and talking in the hospital and then bam, out for three days." He was pacing and running his fingers through his hair. "But you finally woke up yesterday." He said relieved.
"Yet you made me go back to sleep?" I ask him with my brow raised.
"Well according to the doctors, you should have been asleep for a week. They were talking about putting more tubes in you and such. But you are definitely an anomaly." I look at him curiously and questionly. "Well the medicine has made you an anomally. You have healed incredibly fast." He wasn't looking at me and I had a feeling he was hiding something.
"Can I take a bath?" I ask him ignoring my feeling.
"Yeah but I have to help you." He said. Ugh the last thing I needed was him seeing me so disgusting, much less him cleaning it off of me. He didn't let me argue, he simply kissed me and I was in his arms, he even dragged the IV pole.
"Ugh can we take this stupid thing out." I ask him.
"Yup." he said and before I could get my hopes up, he added. "As soon as you prove you can get fluids in your system on your own." I pouted. I couldn't help but wonder where is the guy that had me strapped to a cold metal table and electrocuted the shit out of me. How did he turn into this caring control freak? I wonder what shifted between us.