“Probably.” I nod, instantly regretting it. “Your piece of shit ex has some really boney elbows.”
“You have a concussion.”
“You have a concussion,” I groan back, letting my eyes close for a moment as I try not to vomit.
“You need more pain medicine.” She starts to move, but I grip her thigh again. “I’ll be right back.”
“No. You aren’t going anywhere.”
“So, you get to abandon me, but I have to stay put?”
“Yes,” I say. “But rest assured, baby, I am never abandoning you again.” I let my eyes open to look at her again. “As long as you let me, I’m staying by your side.”
“Let’s be honest. Even if I told you to go, you’d never leave my side.”
“Not true. If you tell me to go, I’ll go and finish the job your ex-boyfriend started.” I smirk.
“Does that make you my new boyfriend?”
“Woah. Hang on for just one minute. No one said anything about being your boyfriend. I don’t do commitment, you know,” I joke.
She hits my arm, sending sparks of pain through every corner of my body and a loud groan from my lips.
“Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry, Ben.” She quickly leans closer, checking where her hand hit me for any signs of damage. “Are you okay? God, I’m such a bitch.”
“No.”
“What do you need? How can I help? I’ll go get a nurse.”
“No. I mean you aren’t a bitch,” I say softly. “I’m going to have to spend the rest of my life trying to make up for calling you that, aren’t I?”
“It’s just a word, Ben.”
“A word he used.”
“I don’t mind it coming for you.”
“I much rather call you mine.”
“I do like that better.” She smiles.
“Me too.”
“Say it,” she says firmly.
“You’re mine.” I laugh.
“And you’re mine, right?”
“Yes, Prue. I’m yours.”
“Good.” She grins, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my head. “But if you ever get shot again, I’m going to kill you.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“I love you, Ben.”
“I love you too, baby. I love you too.” I chuckle.
