My Unwanted Caretaker

                                   ✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧

Pain is the only thing I feel in my body the moment I wake up. I’ve been in pain for days. I’m trying to think positively, but I know the damage is irreversible. Sure I’ll heal but it’ll take years before I can ever play at the level I was once in. I can’t believe I was attacked so easily.

I moved to sit up, my body aches badly. I need some of those strong pain medicines I was prescribed. It’s hard to move, but I manage to get my body to stay upright against the headboard. The pain is gradually increasing. That was when I noticed something. Sitting across from me on the chair by my desk is a face I never thought I’d see.

Percy. His eyes are sharp, and they hold their signature hate in them. But this time he also looks amused.

“Percy.” i rasp out, almost afraid he’s going to kick me when I’m already at my lowest.

He raised one hand at me and wiggled his fingers. The room is quite large. There’s a great deal of space between my bed and the desk where I study. But I can’t run on one leg, or fight back with just one hand.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.”

We both scoff at the same time. He likely doesn’t believe himself. Where are our parents? Why is he here?

“Look, your mother says you don’t think I’m the one who attacked you.”

I nod slowly. “Yeah, you’re not the type to sneak up on me. You like throwing insults, I’d have heard you from a mile away.”

His lips twitch with a small smirk. See this is why I don’t think Percy did it. He is too cocky for that. He’d have taken credit for it by now. Also, I’d have died.

“Well I didn’t do this to you, but I stand the chance of being jailed for it. So over the next few months, I’m in charge of taking care of you. I hate it, you hate it, but this is how it’s going to be. I’m gonna be by your side, making sure you don’t die a pathetic mess. If I do a good job, I never have to see you again.”

He got up and grabbed a bottle of water that was sitting on my desk. Then he strolled over to my bed. I took him in. Black shirt with the top four buttons undone, and a cream-colored pair of loose-fitted pants hanging off his hips. His dark hair covered a bit of his eyes. He shakes it out of the way then he reaches for one of the bottles on my bedside table.

“I’m guessing you’re in pain.”

I’m dead, aren’t I? That’s the only world where Percy does anything nice for me. Is this poison?

“Here.”

I brought out my working arm and he placed two of the white pills. I popped them into my mouth, and he handed me the water. After chugging down most of the bottle, I gave the rest to Percy. I kept eyeing him. Waiting for the insult. I can see his jaw working as he stares at me. He’s so repulsed by my presence.

“Why did you agree to this? Even if it’s to clear your name...”

He lifted his leg and dropped it over mine... just barely missing my injured leg. He lifted his trouser leg and revealed a black device. Ah, I see.

“I can’t even leave without you or I’d be jailed, beaten, or returned to this house. Everyone loves you,” he says bitterly before removing his leg. “Come on, I’ve got to help you shower so I can get some food in you.”

“Oh, you’re doing that?”

He sends me a glare at the laugh in my tone. I bring two fingers up and pretend I’m zipping my lips shut. It’s just so funny to see how unhappy he is. He can’t hurt me for the first time in years, and it’s killing him. I’m obviously not going to egg him on. God knows he might just push me down the stairs and accept his jail time.

It takes a buck load of effort for Percy to get me into the bathroom. And his discomfort only grows more. Which I try not to laugh at. The medicine is making me woozy.

“Are you allowed to get your cast wet?”

“No. A doctor will come to change it I think in a week. Until then I have to wash the exposed parts of my body only. Hence why there’s a stool there.”

He grimaces. “Do I have to help you with that?”

I chuckle, and his glare hardens. “No no, just help me sit, and stay by the door so in case I fall you can help me up.”

This might not be so bad. I’ve been waiting years for a chance to turn the tables on Percy. The opportunity is here. A bit scary but it’s also a nice distraction from the horrid attack that still haunts my mind.

The process of showering is long, and I’m exhausted by the time I’m done. Percy doesn’t look at me as he hands me the towel to use. The dressing process I do by myself because I can’t feel a thing so if my muscles are aching from discomfort, I don’t know. I can’t feel a thing.

Once I’m dressed in some baggy sweats, and a sweater, Percy helps me into the middle of the bed. Then he rushes out mumbling something about breakfast. I smile. I might not be able to move one side of my body, but hey I got to make the Percival uncomfortable.

Let’s hope he doesn’t poison my food. My eyes flutter, and soon I find myself falling asleep. That’s the good thing about these meds, I have no clue how long I can stay awake. That’s the only highlight because my dreams bring me back to that night and the sickening honeydew scent that feels so eerily familiar to me but I can’t pick out where I’ve perceived that scent before. The last time a scent was familiar to me, my mother was having an affair. I'm not looking forward to figure out where this one comes from.

It’s a nightmare that claws at me, as I relive the attack over and over.