@abvnai said: “ you need to heal first. ”
his knuckles had ghosted from the grip he’d held on the kitchen counter, lungs winded and feet like cinder blocks dragging across the floor. the bandages hugging his midsection are fresh along with the sweats he could have sworn he wore at least three times since she’s been taking care of him. be it feeding his dogs or making sure the bed was comfortable to his liking, will was certain that his death would come in the form of her kindness. he wasn’t ungrateful nor had he been entirely unkind, but his tongue was sharp and his tone was always a mixture of salt and vinegar whenever she pointed out he wasn’t strong enough or too weak to move around on his own. it was simple things, too. going to the bathroom, down the stairs, even going outside to feel the crisp, autumn air chill his cheeks. never alone, because she walked him to and fro no matter the ungodly hours. sooner or later, she would clash heads with jack the moment he grew impatient from will’s absence on the field. something about killers don’t take sick days just because someone on the force got stabbed.
will doesn’t want crawford involved in his personal life --- it’s been hell keeping hannibal sated with over the phone sessions as it was and stalling alana at the door when she showed up with get well items. he’s not hiding beau, or so he tells himself. there was a difference between hiding and keeping her uninvolved. was that the same? maybe it depends on how the person view it. ❛ if i didn’t know any better, i’d say i was paul sheldon and you were annie wilkes.❜ his smile is taut, prostrated. much like the rest of his body and he dare not to cave in to his obvious weakness from moving too much and too often. ❛ i’m fine. the sooner i get back to work, the sooner i can stop being your burden. ❜
𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓 ♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
