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Re: Heavy In Your Arms - Part 4d/?

[(Anonymous)]

He tried to keep himself busy, but every time he finished whatever little task he had assigned himself, Charon drifted back into Elle’s room. Her condition was stable but he couldn’t bear to leave her side for more than a few minutes. After he had cleaned the shack as well as the wasteland would allow, reorganized and taken inventory of their stockpiled food, and taken apart and reassembled his shotgun until his fingers went numb, Charon simply couldn’t find anything else to do and returned to sitting at Elle’s side.

He’d fallen into a trance watching her chest gently rise and fall when she stirred from her sleep. It wasn’t until she said his name that he snapped out of it. He met Elle’s eyes and was pleased to see that a hint of her normal fire had returned to them.

“You haven’t been here the entire time, have you?” she asked, suddenly reproachful. He shook his head and she relaxed back into her pillow.

“Good. Can’t have you going soft on me.”

Charon smirked, but it quickly faded when Elle pushed her hands into the mattress and tried to sit up. Her face contorted in pain and he jumped forward at once to help her. With a hand between her shoulder blades, Charon gently eased her into a sitting position.

“Med-X?” he asked quickly, watching as her fingers clenched into the bed sheets.
“No,” she gasped out. Her eyes were shut tight and she was biting her lip, presumably holding back a cry of pain. Charon could feel her breath hitching in her chest beneath his hand still resting on her back. Part of him admired Elle’s strength, but another was swearing at her for being so stubborn.

She kept her eyes closed for a minute or so and her breathing gradually returned to normal. When she opened them again, she let out a quiet laugh.

“Don’t look at me like that, Charon. I just needed to move. Muscles getting stiff and all.”

He hesitated but when her gaze didn’t falter, Charon moved back to his chair, still scooted up to the edge of her bed. Elle gave him a satisfied smile. She raised a hand as if to push her hair behind her ear but stopped suddenly and her smile faltered.

“How bad is it?”

Elle was no longer looking at him, her eyes instead cast down. Her hand had fallen back into her lap.

Charon didn’t understand.

“How bad is what?” he asked cautiously.

“The scar.”