Convalescing

[wickedly]

*lies in his bed, naked and covered to the neck in a blanket, talking to the police officer from Whitehall that he sent a messenger for that morning, wanting to wrap this up quickly, since he knows Hayden will be back from the blacksmith shop soon - where he sent him to tell Clive to keep an eye on the shop*

Yes, Sir. I am absolutely positive that

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[hushes]

*waits for the police officer to leave and then crawls into bed beside you, curling up under your shoulder with his arms around you* God, I'm so worried about you. The doctor left you some kind of tincture of opium if you want it. *kisses your shoulder* I'll get it for you.

[wickedly]

*wraps his arms around you weakly* In a minute. Let me hold you for a minute?

[hushes]

As long as you want. *kisses your cheek and then your throat, petting your cheek with his fingertips, worried to death about you* How bad is it?

[wickedly]

*sighs weakly* Pretty bad. Hayds, look at me...

[hushes]

*props himself on one elbow, looking at you, still stroking your cheek with his fingertips* What is it, baby?

[wickedly]

*looks at you, pushing your curls out of your face* Why did he come here? *grasps your chin* And don't lie to me, Hayds.

[hushes]

*looks down unhappily and then closes his eyes, rubbing his cheek against your hand* *whispering* He was looking for me. He, I... I was seeing him, sort of, but I didn't know it was him until a couple of nights ago.

[wickedly]

I said look at me, Hayds. *shifts a bit, hissing in pain* What do you mean? And why the fuck didn't you tell me?

[hushes]

*rubs his hand over your chest, looking at you again* Don't move, you lost a lot of blood and you need to rest. *sighs* He, um, he... he held up my carriage on the way into London, and I didn't know it was him, and he, um, we... it was dark and we couldn't see each other but we kind of... anyway, I told him who I was and I gave him my ring, this ring... *holds up his hand* ...to bring back to me, and he came back to see me again but it was night and it was dark again and I, uh... *miserably* I don't know why I didn't tell you.

[wickedly]

*threads your fingers with his for a minute, then slips the ring off your finger* Put it in the nightstand drawer, Hayds. *winces a little* Please.

[hushes]

*holds the ring tightly in his hand for a moment, feeling it cut into his palm, then nods and leans over you, putting it in the drawer* Anything you want. *kisses you softly* Are you... are you upset with me?

[wickedly]

I want you to promise me that you aren't going to keep things from me anymore. *tilts your chin up* Promise me.

[hushes]

I promise. *runs his thumb over your lower lip* Swear. I just want you to get better.

[wickedly]

A kiss would make me feel better, baby. *smiles*

[hushes]

*smiles back, leaning up to kiss you* Then you can have all you want.

[wickedly]

*kisses you back, then pulls back with a smile* I didn't mean there, baby.