Escaping Grace

I woke up slowly, overly warm and quesy feeling.
I cracked open my eyes, my left one stinging. I glanced over, seeing Andy completely out , one arm thrown over his face to block out the morning light.
Or afternoon, seeing as it was eleven. I sat up, his arm falling off its normal perch around me. I ran a hand over my face, and stood up carefully, feeling sore in every single crevice.
I tried to stretch, but my arms didn't want to lift without sending shooting pains through my shoulders. I sighed, and then tried to quietly hobble to thd bathroom.
I paused at the doorway, seeing Danny dressed and sitting at the bar, flicking through his phone and sipping a cup of coffee.
"Danny?" I croaked. What was he doing here?
He looked over immediately, and then tumbled to his feet and ran to me. "Oh, God, Leah, your face," he burst, his hands cradling my jaw as he surveyed the damage.
"Well you don't look good either," I retorted, and he smiled.
"I see you're feeling better," he commented, and took a step back. "Anything you want? Hot Chocolate?"
"Andy doesn't have any," I sighed, shaking my head. "I just want a shower."
"Okay," Danny slowly sat back down on the bar stool. "Vale said she was going to drop off some clothes this morning for you, and a few of your things from the apartment. I was about to leave and see if I can't get your building manager to replace your door pretty quick."
"Okay. But he's really grouchy so we'll have to pay for the damages."
"I'm sure I can convince him to help out," my brother told me, a half smirk on his face.
"Don't scare him too bad, Danny, he's almost eighty," I chided, flipping on the bathroom light.
Danny chuckled. He took one last swig of his coffee, and hopped to his feet. "I'll see you later, okay?" he stepped over to me to kiss my forehead.
"Be careful."
"I will!" he said,and disappeared out the door. I sighed, locking it behind him. I glanced over, then picked up his abandoned cup and took it to the sink, pouring out what was left of it and setting the cup in the other side to be washed; my brother wasn't known to be much of a neat freak.
I stepped back into the bathroom.
I turned, and a moan of horror escaped my lips as I stared at myself in the mirror.
My face looked like a Rambo movie.
I tilted my head. There was still dried blood on my face and in my hair, which was limp and definitely in need of washing. The skin under my eye and around it was literally black and blue with smudges of purple. I glanced at my arms, then away. Right now everything just looked bad. And I needed to change the bandage too.
I grimaced, and turned to the shower.
At least Andys clothes were big on me; if they hadn't I think I would have had to shower with them on.
Once I figured out how to turn his shower on. Why couldnt all showers just be the same?
When the water finally hit my hair and I washed it to the best of my ability, it was the most amazing thing ever. I had never been so happy to take a shower in my life.
I turned to get out.
"Fuck!"
I managed to knock over every shampoo bottle in the shower. I grabbed them and set them hazardly on the side, and scrounged for a towel. Andy was really going to have to reorganize his bathroom.
I hobbled out of the shower, and searched for the hair dryer. I heard rustling in the livingroom, so I slowly opened the door and peeked out.
"Andy, where's your hair dryer?"
"Uh, I'll grab it," he said from the stove. I frowned, wondering what he was doing.
I turned away and knelt, picking up another bottle I'd knocked off into the floor.
"Here," Andy stepped into the bathroom, and I rose quickly to my feet, whirling to face him.
Everything started to spin.
He caught me before I fell.
"Whoa! Leah," he said, holding me to him. "You can't be moving that quick."
"Sorry," I muttered, and straightened. He eyed me a moment, then handed me the dryer, which looked to be new. I hesitated, holding it in my hand.
I'd had an awful time washing my hair, and the effort to raise my arms was about more then I could bare. Still, I wasn't about to ask him to dry my hair for me, we weren't like that. Plus, I didn't want him to see my back or ask any questions. I sighed.
"You need any help?"
"No, I can do it thanks."
Andy hesitated, then nodded and stepped out. I let my breath go, and then plugged the dryer in and tightened my towel around me so it would stay. I aimed the dryer at my hair and turned it on. My arm started to shake after a few minutes, and I sat it down heavily.
I groaned, and put my hands over my face.
God, I was like an invalid.
The bathroom door opened, and I looked over in surprise. Andys stepped inside, and his jaw was set in a way I'd come to associate as his stubborn/determined face.
"What are you doing?" I demanded, tightening my towel.
"You can't dry your hair when you can barely lift your arms," he told me, and shut the door behind him. I turned, pressing my back against the sink so I could face him.
"I can do it just fine, I don't need any help." I said stubbornly. He shook his head. He took a step forward, and brushed my hair behind my ear. "Leah, we're friends. You have to let me help you out."
"You've helped me more than I could ever repay you already," I murmured, staring at his shirt. "I couldn't ask any more of you. And this was not part of our deal, remember?"
"Fuck our deal."
"What?" "Leah, come on. Stop being so stubborn." he rolled his eyes at me. "Its not like me drying your hair for you is the end of the world."
Well, he did have a point. I glanced over at the discarded clothes, and sighed. "Fine. Can you hand me the shirt?"
Andy raised a brow. "You can't be shy towards me, can you?"
I scowled at him. He chuckled, then grabbed the shirt off the floor. "Raise your arms best you can," he ordered, and I did. He slipped the shirt over my head, and tugged my hair out from under the collar.
He turned me around, and I glanced down, blinking. The t shirt was of Kiss, and I was surprised he'd let me wear it.
He turned on the dryer, and I sighed, feeling him lift my hair as he dried it. I was so relieved to not have to lift my arms.
I hadn't had anyone dry my hair since I had been a child, and it felt nice having someone else do it.
I closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling. I was almost sad when he was done.
"There, easy," he said behind me, and I met his gaze in the mirror.
"Thank you." He gave me a half smile, and then sat the dryer under the sink and handed me the rest of my clothes.
"Want me to ---?"
"No, I can do the rest." I interrupted him hastily. I really wished he'd stop treating me like this, it embarrassed me.
"Okay."
I frowned, staring up at him.
"Why are you bring so nice to me, Andrew Biersack?"
He frowned a moment as he looked at me, then shook his head. "Because you're probably the sweetest person I have ever met, and you deserve to be treated this way."
I stared at him a moment in surprise.
He glanced away, as if he felt embarrassed. "I'll let you get dressed," he said, and stepped out.
I watched him go.
What had just happened?

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