Grahams pov

I was waiting for her to come back. The nurse was making me have a shower and I needed someone to help me. Usually the nurse would but I was very much opposed, so I told her my girlfriend would come and do the job. 

The twat, Thomas, left and everything was okay again. Although he called her yesterday to tell her that he's got a new job. Car detailing or something like that. I understand that she still cares about him, in a platonic way but any type of contact between them makes me feel sick. 

I just have to accept that he was her first. The extent of the word first... well I'm not sure. First kiss, first time, but the first love thing was bugging me. Why was she so keen of being uncommitted and unfeeling with guys after Thomas. Did she love him? Was that why she was scared of feeling that way again?

Right now I was choosing to focus on the fact that she told me she loved me. I could finally tell her back. All the pain I felt disappeared in that short moment. 

"I am here, and I also brought this," she said as she brought out a pink container with brownies. "It's from Dillon."

"Did you bring me anything?"

"Well, the nurse told me you waited for me to shower, so I guess you could say I brought you this." She lifted her top to reveal her black lace bra.

"I'm ready lets go," I said as I threw the blanket off me and went to get up.

"Graham, just wait." She pulled my first name on me, which means she was serious and it made me laugh. "You're healing from internal bleeding you git."

"Sorry, it's your fault."

"Oh shut up. Here, hug me."

"I thought we were showering?" She gave me a look. "Right, okay, sorry, let's go." I laughed as I hugged my right arm around her as she helped me up. I had to stay vertical, no bending, and I could only lift my right arm half way. 

She walked be into the bathroom and made sure there were towels and clothes. The bathroom was a big room as it had to cater for wheelchairs and things. 

She stood me under the shower, it was all open. She took off my hospital gown, leaving me in just my underwear. She bent down and took my boxers off. I smirked down at her as she noticed I was already a little hard. 

"All you saw was my bra."

"It's been days love, usually I get to have you whenever I want." I stated and she turned the water on, getting it to the right temperature. "Why don't you have less clothes on."

"I'm meant to help you, not shower with you."

"Who says. You'd be helping me a lot if you showered with me." She just looked at me as she took all her clothes off. She tied her hair up and made sure she avoided getting it wet. "I feel better already." She as she ran her fingers through my hair, getting the water through it. 

"So, how are you feeling today?" She asked me. 

"Good, because I get to leave later."

"You might. They can still keep you longer, if they think you need more rest. You do get to miss out on classes."

"I don't care, I want to be back in my bed or yours. I do nothing but lie in pain with no one to distract me. You've only been able to come after your game, and then after classes."

"I'm here now."

"That's because you don't have class Tuesday morning."

"Fine, I'll tell her that you want to go. They'll give you a prescription for the meds and we can get them from the clinic just outside the building." She explained as she took out the shower head to rinse the soap off me.

"Yes we'll do all that, but I want to do this." I brought her into me, resting my hands on her ass. He breasts were against me and I kissed her softly, squeezing her ass. 

I needed her so badly, I was practically poking her leg at this point. 

"You cannot be this aroused right now, we can't do anything. You'll get hurt."

"I honestly don't care," I groaned. 

"Well I do, now let me wash your hair." She stood behind me, probably thinking it would cause my arousal to go down. However, she didn't know how big of an effect she had on me. Just her hands massaging my head was enough. 

She hugged me from behind, her hands around my torso on my pecs so she wasn't touching my bruised area.

"You okay?"

"Just needed a hug." I turned around and kissed her forehead. "Gray, you're unbelievable." She glanced down and I just chuckled. "Fine, if your this eager." She gave me those eyes, it was the eyes she had before we'd have sex. I loved those eyes. So dark. 

Her hand wrapped around me and she stroked while kissing. She then moved lower, using her mouth and it didn't take long before I pulled out of her and released. 

"Fuck."

She rinsed me off again and then walked out to go dry herself. 

"You're welcome." She said, smiling. She put her clothes back on and she came over to me and turned the water off. She dried me and then dressed me. I don't deserve her.

"So are you Nurse Eleanor now?"

"No..." she said, hinting that she wanted me to call her something else. I kissed her before I had to get back in the bed again. Devouring her.  

"Ah, you're my little siren." She smiled giddily which made me smile. 

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Eleanors pov

He was groaning in his sleep again. And not in a good way. He was in pain. 

So like I've been doing, I hug him close and I caress his face, along his temples and down the bridge of his nose. 

"Thank you," he whispered. He startled me at first as I thought he was sleeping. 

"I thought you were asleep?"

"I was, but I woke up from the pain."

"It will go away. Because you're moving around now and going to class they said it would be painful for a couple weeks."

"It's almost been 2 weeks." I knew that already as it had been that long since I had heard from Tommy. He had called me to tell me about his new job and then nothing. 

"I know, just be patient." I shook away thoughts of Tommy. If it had been 2 and half years since seeing him or hearing from him then two weeks is nothing. I should keep focusing on Graham and making sure he's getting better. 

We were throwing him and Lucy a surprise party for their 19th this friday and I still hadn't gotten him a present. It was 3 days away. 

"I'm not a very patient person. Remember how your finals went into penalties and I broke a plastic chair."

"Yeah I know, I had to convince my coach to let you stay."

"Lucky, because your penalty goal made youse win."

"Don't gloat on my behalf." He gave me a look and I laughed. 

"If there's one thing I love doing it's talking you up."

"Tell me more."

"Well, there's these words that you say so perfectly and it makes me so happy."

"What words?" I asked, playing stupid.

"You know the one's. A collection of 8 letters that we would've laughed at ourselves for saying a year ago."

"Oh you mean," I paused tracing swirls on his torso before bringing it up to his face. "I love you."

He exhaled as if relieved, "yes, those words."

I leaned up so I could kiss him softly and it got more and more passionate. I needed him, but I've been too worried about him and soccer and Tommy, I haven't thought about how much I want him. Right now. 

He practically growled into the kiss and he bit on my lower lip. He crashed his lips back on mine more aggressively, his tongue around mine. His hands gripped my hips as he brought me on top of him so I was straddling him. We kept kissing and he groaned while kissing me and at first I thought it was because he was aroused but he was in pain. I pulled away and got off him, feeling guilty. 

His hand went to his side, and then his shoulder. 

"It doesn't hurt, come back, please," he pleaded. I was so tired, I've been scared to go to sleep in case I turn in my sleep and hurt him or put my arm around him and hurt him. I also don't like when he's in pain so I watch him sleep and I comfort him if he's in pain. With soccer, thankfully it's over now, and the play and school and walking with him everywhere - granted, Cohen has helped too- I've just been exhausted.

I rubbed my eyes tiredly, and took a deep breath.

"I'm going to go to my room, okay." I checked my phone, and then walked into his bathroom. 

"Here," I said handing him two painkillers, with a glass of water. 

"Eleanor, love, please don't leave," he said as he took his medicine. 

I put my jacket on and my shoes. He sat up and I watched him from the corner of my eye as he winced. 

"I have to okay. Just for tonight, I promise." 

"Nora," he said, "you're actually going to go, I'm fine okay, come back to bed, I miss you."

"I've been with you 24/7 for almost 2 weeks now."

"Exactly, without any sex, I miss you that way. You're always up against me, and touching me, I just want you okay. I don't care about the pain."

"I care. You need to get better okay, what if you hurt yourself and then you won't heal properly and you'll be in more pain."

"Fine we won't do anything, but just stay."

"It's just for tonight, I'll see you at breakfast, okay."

"No, not okay." He said, getting pissed off. "It's about Tommy, isn't it. He's called you again."

"Excuse me?" I asked him, baffled. After I've helped him and worried about him, he pulls this on me. I told him about the call at the hospital, why wouldn't I tell him if he called again? After all the stuff Tommy said. 

He realised his mistake once he said it and rubbed a hand over his face.

"Fuck, it's not, I'm sorry."

"I would tell you Gray. I'm just tired, I haven't slept much." I replied, matching his aggravation. 

"And that's my fault is it?" He asked, more angry now. 

"Of course not, it's no one's fault, I want to be here for you."

"But you're leaving."

"Just while you sleep."

"We haven't slept in separate beds for almost 2 months."

"It's not that big of a deal." I said and we both took deep breaths. He looked back up at me while I stood there.

"You didn't hurt me," he said. 

"I did, but I know it's okay. I just don't want to." I felt tears of fatigue coming and I needed to get out. 

"You won't. Come to bed."

"Graham," I said, and he exhaled. "Goodnight, I'll see you at breakfast." I turned and went for the door.

"I love you," he said and it made me want to cry more. I had no idea why which just made it all worse. 

"I love you too," I managed to say before I rushed out. 

I practically ran back to my dorm through tears. I was overtired at this point. I was hurt that he'd think Tommy would influence how I felt about him. I knew he'd have a new hatred for him now that he knows Tommy and I were sexually involved, but I thought Gray trusted me.

I also hated that he hurt himself trying to kiss me. I thought I was helping him, but I wasn't. I know he's frustrated too. He's strong and capable but now he's practically crippled and he needs help to do a simple think like get dressed.

I walked in and Lucy was sitting on the couch reading. She heard me and got up straight away to come to me.

"Len, what happened?" She asked me, rubbing the tears from cheeks. It was useless because I was still crying. 

My knees buckled and she hugged me as I fell.

"We just had an argument, and I'm just so exhausted," I said, exhaling like a weight was lifted. She was rubbing my back and I felt like a child as I steadied my breath. 

"I know, you've been doing everything it seems. Is he still in a lot of pain?"

"It's gotten better, but he hurt himself just now trying to do something. But I have to sleep and I know I won't if I stay with him."

"He didn't understand?"

"I didn't want to tell him that because I didn't want him to feel guilty."

"Alright well just go to bed, come on." She lifted me up and took me to my room, tucking me into bed.

She put my CD player on with my classical music CD in, knowing I fell asleep better to it.

"Thanks Luce."

"Everything will be fine okay, just sleep."

Grahams pov

I felt like dislocating my arm again. I acted like such an idiot. Especially with the Tommy comment. She was angry but she looked more hurt if anything. 

What was so bad about her sleeping in her own bed?

For some reason I got offended that she wanted to leave. But I shouldn't be. She's been by my side every single day and this is how I thank her. If I hadn't grabbed her, then we would've been having sex right now. My disappointment was shown through the bulge in my shorts. 

I've wanted her everyday. I needed her like a drug at this point. 

I jerked myself off, finishing in less than a minute by just picturing Eleanor smiling at me. How she looked at me. 

I got up and threw out the condom, and I saw myself in the mirror. I needed to shave. I needed a haircut too. At least I wasn't really bruised anymore. There was a faint yellow tinge, but that would go away by friday. 

I couldn't even drink on my birthday. I couldn't have alcohol on my painkillers. But I didn't even feel like partying. I just wanted Eleanor with me. I hope I didn't fuck it up. Deep down I knew I would eventually. It was just a matter of time. 

I wanted to do something. No more lacrosse, I can't go to the gym. 

I was leaning on bathroom counter, angry that I was useless. It felt like I wouldn't get better, and now I felt worse because of Eleanor. I punched down on the counter, with my bad arm.

"Fuck!" I yelled. A couple injuries and a fight with my girlfriend and I'm acting like a pathetic coward. 

I clutched my arm, and went to get the strap. There was no way I could sleep now. 

I heard a knock on my door and I opened it to find Blake. 

"What happened?" He asked dropping his swimming bag and walking in. 

"Nothing, I'm just angry."

"Well, not a surprising fact, but why are you angry?"

"Eleanor and I had this argument and she went to her dorm, and I can't fucking do anything. I can't even dress myself."

"You want some help?" He asked. I'm glad he didn't ask me anything else, I think he looked surprised enough that I told him what was wrong. He probably didn't want to push it. 

"Yeah, I'm going to go to her dorm." I handed him the top I wanted to put on and he put it over my head. 

"Knowing Eleanor, she probably just needs a night." He's knowing Eleanor comment irritated me because only I want to know Eleanor the most. 

"I know, I'm just going to sit outside her room or something. I can't sleep." He slowly lifted my left arm and put the sleeve on and then put my other arm in. I felt like a child. 

"Nice. You're all good. Want me for anything else."

"Nah, I'm good man, thank you. Go shower, you smell like chlorine and cigarettes."

"Thank you Graham." He said sarcastically before leaving my room. 

I slid on my shoes, put on my strap and headed out. 

I made it to Windsor in record time before running up and walking in their room. 

It was late and I knew Dillon would be sleeping, and my sister and Cohen would be doing whatever they do in there, and Eleanor really did look exhausted. 

I went to her room and opened her door slowly. She was snuggled in her duvet, and sleeping deeply. I could probably bang on her door and she wouldn't wake up. I heard the classical music from her player, and I smiled. I wish I could lay with her, comfort her. But she didn't want me right now. It was hard to not take it personally. 

I closed her door again and went to the living room to grab a chair. Then I realised I couldn't carry a chair so I dragged the bean bag to where her door was and then I got a blanket. 

I tried to be as quiet as possible sitting down, the side of my torso aching a little. I leaned on my good side and stayed there. I didn't even try sleeping, I just listened faintly to the music from her room.

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I realised I had fallen asleep as I was woken up by my sister poking me. 

"What are you doing?" I croaked. 

"Seeing what you're doing? Why are you here?"

"Why do you think?"

"Co?" She said and he walked over. "Can you get him up, he's going to make his injuries worse sitting that way." Cohen put my good arm around him and got me up. I saw Dillon in the kitchen making coffee so I ignored my sister and Cohen and walked over. 

"Hey Dill, how's it going?" She turned to me and laughed. 

"I'm fine, how are you going?"

"Could be better," I said. "Smells good."

"Would you like one?"

"That would be great thank you."

"So Blake is just all alone, while we're all here." Cohen stated and I faced him. 

"Nah, he's got his other friends on his games, he's fine." Cohen rolled his eyes. 

"So, are you going to tell us why you're practically camping in front of Eleanor's room?" He asked. Dillon handed me my coffee and I told her thanks before taking a sip. 

"Yes, why don't you tell them, Ray." We all faced her as she walked out of her room. She was in a top of mine and shorts, which should've been illegal the way she wore them. She had her glasses on, which did something ferral to my insides. It felt better than internal bleeding though. 

"Tell them what?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe a certain thing you said to me." She was standing so far away from me, and everyone was between us, looking back and forth to who was speaking. 

"Which I didn't mean."

"So you didn't mean to accuse me of being distant with you because of Tommy," she said and I deep breathed. I deserved that. 

"Graham," my sister said, baffled, looking at me with those Bradford eyes. I assume we inherited them from our father, because our mother was too nice to produce a look that unnerving. 

"Maybe we should all leave them to talk," Dillon suggested, and Cohen grabbed my sisters hand as they all went to their respective rooms. 

Eleanor walked over to where I was leaning on the kitchen counter.  She took the coffee from my hand and took a huge gulp before putting it down. 

"Why did you come here?"

"I didn't bother anyone, you slept, everyone is happy."

"Did you sleep?"

"For a little bit, yeah."

"Gray," she said exhaling, ready to tell me that I should be focusing on getting better. But she didn't say anything, she just looked up at me. 

I wrapped my good arm around her and brought her into me. I exhaled, her scent relaxing me. Feeling her against me just made everything better. I never wanted to let her go. 

"Can you please hurry up and get better so hug you back," she said. 

"Just so you can hug me?" I asked, and gave me a look. 

"Well no, but you won't get any if you make comments like the ones you made last night."

"I'm sorry, you know I am. He just makes me crazy."

"I know, and I'm sorry if I gave you any reason to doubt me. I really was exhausted."

"You haven't, I'm the idiot."

"Well, I would say jealous."

"Alright, I think that's enough now," she laughed, making me smile. I kissed her slowly, trying to control myself, but failing as she had to pull away.

"That was quick," Cohen said, smirking as he walked out of Luce's room. 

"Can we go eat now?" My sister asked. 

"No, because Eleanor has to get dressed first. But keep the glasses." She rolled her eyes as she turned around to go to her room. 

"Are you coming?" She ask me and I practically skipped on the way to her room.