Two Fighters

Please Just...

Lana POV

I watched my mother pack up my bag with my things that were scattered about the hospital room. Apparently everyone here thought I was completely crippled. Maybe that was why I went off later, but I'll get to that part soon enough. I glanced to Erik and Dominick chatting in the hall, nearly arguing about something. That something more than likely was me.

"Earth to Lana." I glanced to Kiki before adjusting my hoodie around my frame, the last thing I wanted to do was show off my battle scars. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

"I want to get the fuck out of here." My eyes never met hers I spoke. "I want a drink and silence." Her hand rested on mine and I pulled away, glancing to her with a look of displeasure. "If you give a fuck then you need to convince them to let me go home-" I carefully stated the last word. "Alone." She sighed and stood, wandering over to my mother and whispered something. Rosa glanced to me before leaving the room, Kiki zipped up the bag.

"Why do you want to be alone so bad? That's exactly what Shirley doesn't want." She leaned against the table as I shrugged, once again looking anywhere but at her. "Don't fucking do it again Lana."

"Do wha-"

"Push us all away! This is how you fucking got when Nick died!" I stood, yet she closed the space between us, Rosa was standing with the door open. " You get all caught up in that fucking brain of yours that you push everyone that gives a fuck about you away! That's how you ended up with a gun to your head! You didn't talk to anyone!"

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled, and sure enough coughed afterwards, sending my body into a painful ache, yet I didn't let it show. "You don't know what the fuck I'm even thinking. So don't act like you do."

"You're not telling me something and I can see it written on your face." I scoffed and walked around her, grabbing my bag, which was surely heavier than the 5lbs I was allowed. My ribs ached with each step, but I walked out the hospital room only to get stopped Dominick. He quickly took the bag and cleared his throat.

"What's wrong? Easy babe."

"Can you please just take me home? No one else seems to fucking listen to the fact that I just want to go home." I stared at him, his face riddled with concern, yet he nodded. Relief swept over me that finally someone was listening.

"Yeah, that's fine. We'll finish chatting later." He looked to Erik before giving a nod to Rosa and Kiki. The walk towards the car was brutal. People looked at me. They expected something from me. Tears maybe? Tired eyes? I wouldn't show these people how I felt. How rundown my body and mind were. He helped me into the car before starting the journey to my house. "Lana?"

"Mmm?"

"You can talk to me." He offered his hand, which I looked at for a moment before taking. "I know you can't tell me everything, but know that I'm here."

"I just wanna go home. I want to sit in silence and just-" I shrugged looking out the window. "-get my mind right again. I'm not trying to push you away but being alone is what I know." He didn't answer to that comment, I was thankful that was the end of the conversation.

He parked the car and let go of my hand, grabbing my bag before walking up to the door with me behind him. His silence told me he was upset, whether it was hurt or anger I couldn't judge it. Yet Dom being the gentleman he was, he walked inside, sat my bag down and helped me to the sofa. It was now that I realized he was more hurt than anything.

"Is there anything I can get you?" I shook my head before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "I'm a call away warrior princess." I nodded before he sighed, walking to the door. Even the pet name didn't change my expression.

Only once I heard it shut did I allow myself to break. I covered my mouth to silence my own sobs that dared to emit from my vocal cords. I let the pain seep from my pores, every brutal bat swing, every jolt, all the pain they had caused hit me. I stood, sniffling as I walked towards the stairs, stopping only to sink to the floor with my back against the wall.

The door creeked open, only now did I realize he was purposefully waiting outside the door to more than likely hear if I would break down or continue to sit in silence. He didn't say anything as he closed it before sinking to the floor beside me, meanwhile I was staring at him with a tear stained face. He stopped looking straight ahead and glanced to me with those chocolate hues that seemed to just tell me it was okay. That I was safe. Seconds later he looked away and I placed my head on his shoulder, feeling my heart slowly calm down in my chest.

"We don't have to talk. I just couldn't leave knowing what you were feeling." He mumbled and placed a hand on my thigh. "I don't expect you to let me in all at once." His fingers gently traced over one of the bruises. "But knowing what I know. I can't in my right mind leave you alone. Come on."

I raised my head and before I knew it he was carrying me upstairs, only now did I realize how tired I was even though it was barely dark out. For being so strong he was gentle. Carefully Dom took my shoes off and helped me out of my shirt only to raise a finger to say he'd be right back. Moments later he was back with a duffle bag and dug through it, helping me into one of his shirts, which fit a lot better with the bandage on my shoulder. I wiggled out of my pants as he changed, then laid down beside me only after looking around my bedroom as it was the first time he was in this room.

" What are you thinking?" I whispered in the dark, he chuckled in response.

" How very you this room is Lana." He moved over and I found myself flush against his warm chest, my eyes growing heavy.

"Mmm well there should be food in the fridge. Kiki stocked it if you get hungry just help yourself."

"I'm gonna stay right here with you. Get some sleep." He kissed my forehead, his thumb gently stroking along my back. Soon enough I did just that and shut my eyes.