FIOLEE: Don't need saving Ch. 10

Don’t need saving: Ch. 10

  ‘Did he really save me?’ Fionna wondered. Could it have been him, the monster that was fighting for her? No, it couldn’t have been. Her mind was all jumbled up; almost as if her brain had been shaken up inside her skull.
  Why was he being so nice to her anyway? He was a bad boy. Bad boys didn’t really save people, but enjoyed waiting them get hurt.
  Oh but how could she forget about their talk? He hadn’t seen bad then. He just looked almost confused and hurt as if being nice only caused him heartache. Could that even be a reason to make a good person go bad?
  After listening to him play for a couple of hours, she found herself relaxing with his melody. She had had the fear of having him do anything around her while she was completely defenseless. But now instead of worrying she was finally able to feel all her hurts and pain she had heard the doctor talk about.
  Letting her eyes fall to a close she regretted not staying home in her warm bed or maybe even had invited Cake over this time so things wouldn’t have needed this badly. Oh she had been stupid. The only thing that was comforting about the entire thing was listening to Marshall’s music. She did enjoy his music and it helped her keep her mind of her pain.
  Every couple of minutes when Marshall stopped to start a different tune, she would try with all her might to move her fingers or arms. Nothing worked. After a while she became thirsty and she didn’t know how to ask him for a drink. She now regretted not taking him up on his offer before.
  Opening her eyes did seem a little easier now than before. So keeping her eyes on him, waiting for him to become uncomfortable under her unwavering stare she waited. He was floating in the air slightly leaning back as he placed. He seemed so serene, but he had concerned lines under his eyes.
  How was she going to tell him she was thirsty? She looked up at the ceiling when minutes passed and nothing happened. How long was she going to be immobile? She hated being so useless, so defenseless.
  “Do you need anything?”
  Surprised she looked at him as best she could; he had stopped playing and was setting his guitar aside. How was she going to tell him? Floating closer to her he got really close. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?”
  She felt her eyes widen and her face grow hot. She had not thought of that at all, but now that he said it…it made her feel like if she did.  Oh Glob what was she going to do if she needed to use the bathroom. Feeling completely mortified, she opened her eyes and pleaded with him not to ever mention that again. He asked again with a smile, so she blinked: No. She would hold it in until she couldn’t hold it any longer.
  “Then what do you need?” He asked more seriously.
  She stared at him, willing him to get it right. ‘Oh just guess!’
  He floated on top of her, his body extremely close, but what she felt was only coldness instead of warmth radiating from his body. His face was really close as he searched her eyes thoughtfully. He puckered his lips and a tiny thin line creased in between his eyebrows as he thought. “Are you hurting?” He asked. Even though she was, she could tolerate it so she blinked: NO. “Are you hungry?”
   She thought about it for a second and decided she wasn’t really hungry. NO.
  “Do you want something to drink?”
  Bingo! She blinked, Yes.
   “Oh, ok…I’ll go get you something then.” He immediately flew out of there and soon returned with a glass of water and ice. Her mouth watered at the sight of it. He set it at the bedside table and picked her up gently to scoot her back on the pillows so she looked like she was sitting up. But her lack of any control of her body made her head loll to the side, making her feel embarrassed.
  “I guess that’s not going to work.” He said, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and once again was moving her. And before she knew it she was being cradled against him like a baby. Feeling even more embarrassed she felt her neck and her scalp burning. He didn’t even seem to notice as he slowly fixed her body so she wouldn’t be in such and awkward position.
  Once he thought she was in a position that would serve its purpose, he gave a slight nod to himself and reached for the glass of water. He still looked thoughtful, as he looked from the glass to her. He looked unsure of how it would work and to be honest; she was doubtful too.


He sighed and slowly almost painfully slow, brought the glass of water to her lips. Leaning the glass up he managed to carefully get a tiny sip of water into her mouth. Happy with himself that it had worked, he failed to see that it didn’t stay inside for long and it slipped out the corner off her mouth and onto her dress. Making her look like she was drooling.
  Her Face became engulfed by red heat.


  “I’m sorry.” Marshall apologized closing his eyes. He let out a sigh, he’d hardly ever apologized and now he was apologizing to her over and over again.
  Setting the glass on the bedside table, he wiped her mouth with his thumb to remove the spilled water. Once he removed most of the water from her face, he grabbed her arm that wasn’t on the brace and placed it over her stomach so it didn’t lie limply on the bed; he pulled her head against his neck and just wrapped an arm over her knees. He just held her that way, thinking it was the greatest feeling in the world having her in his arms even for what felt like stolen time.


  Eyes wide she didn’t know what to do. Was he going to finally try something with her? All embarrassment fled her body immediately at that thought, but all he did was hold on to her tightly. He even tucked her head underneath his chin giving her unimaginable comfort.
  There was a slight pain on her ribs, but she didn’t mind it. Closing her eyes she could have stayed in that moment forever. She felt content and so very much protected. That was when she realized Marshall wouldn’t hurt her. Well she knew from the very beginning, yet since she was vulnerable like a newborn baby…she feared the unknown; feared being unable to fight back.
  But Marshall wasn’t going to hurt her. Now she was thankful that he had been the one to have saved her. But too soon he pulled away, making her feel cold and alone which was weird since physically Marshall was cold, but he seemed to warm her up with his touch.


  He looked at her, thinking she would have fear or distrust in her expressive eyes, but he saw just the opposite. Her eyes were wide and clear with what looked like longing and…affection?
   His hand which had been reaching for the glass started to shake and he decided to look away from her gaze. He was kidding himself. Taking measure of the cup he thought about a better way of giving her water without having the same effect as before.
  After a long hard look at the glass, he figured the only way to do so was to fish out an ice cube and start to rub it against her dry lips to allow water to slowly seep into her mouth little by little. So he fished out an ice cube and looked to her to see how he was going to do it, but she immediately shifted her eyes away before they could lock gazes. He didn’t think much of it, so carefully holding the ice; he placed it on her dusky rose colored lips. He tried to put a minimal amount of concentration on the job he was doing in attempt to get his mind off things he shouldn’t be thinking.
  ‘Whoa boy, she needs to trust you and you don’t need these sorts of thoughts.’ He thought to himself.
  Clearing his throat he started with the first thing that came to mind.
  “How about a story?” He asked in a rush.