It was late at night and he hadn't left Wren's bedside since returning. Wren's breathing and heartrate were finally normal and the rhythmic sounds caused him to become rather sleepy as he leaned forward with his head in his hands. There was only Wren and himself in the room, as it was well after midnight so everyone else was gone, even Sir Shoyo who had a small room with a bed a few doors down, was resting peacefully because he trusted the man to take care of Wren. There was a small, dimly lit lamp on the night table near the bed that cast just enough light in the room so that he could see where he was going. He sighed to himself, 'I just ran straight here without thinking. I haven't even, changed *sniff sniff* okay I definitely need to change, probably shower too. Hopefully she doesn't wake up when I'm in the bathroom,' the man quietly stood up, picked up his bag of clothes that Naya brought him, and went into the small restroom to rinse off and change quickly.
He turned the water on then reached his hand in to test the water, 'Ahh, warm water, this feels so good.' He quickly took off his dirty clothes and stepped into the shower. The water ran down his wounded body, falling to the ground slightly discolored because of the mud, dirt, and other debris. He quickly lathered his hair and body with the soap, taking care not to get any of the soap in the wounds on his arm. He looked over his shoulder at the cut nearest to his arm and noticed part of the cut went through his tattoo. 'I wonder if this will be the wound to finally ruin my ink,' he chuckled softly to himself, rinsed his hair and body, and turned the water off. There was only a small standing shower, sink, and toilet in the restroom, so he made sure to not bump into anything as he dried off and got dressed. "What the-really Naya?" He looked down into the bag and noticed there was no shirt. He sighed deeply, 'I really don't want to put that sweaty shirt back on, it smelled bad. Plus, I would rather Wren not vomit as soon as she saw, or rather, smelt me. I bet you did this on purpose Naya!' He sighed once more, gathered his clothes, put the small towel around his shoulders, then walked out of the restroom back to his seat near her bed.
He noticed that her face didn't seem like she was in pain, 'That's a relief.' He lifted the small towel a bit to catch the drops of water that were falling from his damp hair. Wren stirred slightly and he froze, "...Please wake up Wren...for me?" his voice had a low slight sad tone. After a few more moments Wren didn't stir anymore and he sighed in defeat. "Stubborn as ever, huh My Lady?," he chuckled lightly and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the bed and his head in his hands. "My Lady...Wren, there are some things I need to get off my chest, but I don't think I'll be able to say it if you're awake. You make me so flustered sometimes," he nervously chuckled. "Ngh, Mi...Michael..." Michael was startled to hear her call for him and he quickly lifted his head to check on her, "Wren, are you alright?" No answer; "Heh, calling out for me in your sleep, that's new. Can't lie, that makes me feel good. Gosh, I sound like such a creep, what if it was a bad dream? Ugh I-"
Michael suddenly stopped talking then looked down at his hand. 'Her hand is so warm and so small,' Wren had lightly placed her hand on top of his large hand as if trying to assure he was really there with her. Wren's eyes were still closed but there was the slightest smile on her face, causing Michael to smile as well. Michael chuckled to himself, he wasn't sure how long it had been since he saw her wearing anything other than her Shadow Unit attire. She had on a lightweight, pastel blue robe, that was tied off to one side and her hair that was usually neatly braided was lying loosely on either side of her pillow. Michael reached a hand out towards her face, but stopped before making contact. Michael was not sure if the subtle glow from the light or his lack of sleep was the cause but, 'She looks more beautiful every time I lay my eyes on her.' He smiled then noticed her leg was uncovered and went to adjust her blanket, while doing so he noticed a large bandage wrapped around her thigh.
After a few seconds his face turned pink ever so slightly because he realized he was staring at her exposed thigh, when she was asleep none the less. He carefully adjusted the hem of the robe and quickly covered her leg. He shook his head, 'I'm going to have to take a cold shower soon if I don't get some sleep,' making up his mind he carefully moved his seat to the wall near the bed, then looked down at Wren once more before slowly approached her face, "Forgive me My Lady," he said before lightly kissing her forehead. He lingered a moment, then walked to his seat, leaned his back against the wall, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes. 'Mm, what was that just now?' Wren put her hand to her forehead and slightly stirred once more, this time slowly opening her eyes. She sat up slightly and looked around the room she was in, 'This room is familiar, it can't still be me inside my mind...right?...' Wren's thoughts trailed off as her eyes landed on Michael.
His chest was slowly moving up and down with his breathing and his eyes were closed, she noticed a small trail of water going from his shoulder down his torso. 'He showered? Or maybe it rained, I wonder how long he has been here?' Wren opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She closed her mouth and raised an eyebrow in confusion. 'Why is he only half dressed? I mean, its not that I mind, heh, but...' Wren smiled cheekily and looked around to be sure no one else was in the room. After checking her eyes went back to Michael. His muscles flexed ever so slightly, 'I wonder if he's having a bad dream, I should probably let him know that I'm aw...awa-' ACHOO! Michael jumped awake in surprise and almost fell out of his seat, Wren giggled then cursed internally because of her loud sneezes. Michael's eyes were darting around and he rubbed his eyes, Wren smiled awkwardly and slightly waved.
"Sorry Michael. I was going to try and wake you easily but my snee-" Michael stood up from his seat and hurried to her, the small towel falling to the floor, then hugged her tightly interrupting her apology. She was shorter and still on the bed, so her head was against his chest, but she hugged him back almost as tightly as he hugged her. "Mi- hey you're a pretty muscular guy ya know, I'm..*cough* need to breath..." Michael continued to hold Wren tightly, and she noticed he was shaking slightly. "I'm so sorry My Lady, I, I didn't-couldn't protect you. I'm so sor-" Wren managed to lift her arm and cover his mouth, "Michael let me go please, you're crushing me." Michael reluctantly did as he was told, once he let her go he sunk down on his knees near her bed. The bed was relatively low to the ground so half of his torso was still over the top of the bed. Michael grabbed her hand before she could move it and he lightly kissed her palm.
"Michael?!" Wren was startled by his kiss, "My Lady I was so worried, you only just regained full consciousness earlier in the day, I rushed here as soon as I heard. I have been so worried...Also, we need to have a talk with Miss Naya, I asked her to bring my bag of clothes, but she took out my shirt." Michael clicked his tongue in annoyance, while Wren laughed, "Haha okay I'll talk with her Michael. I don't know where she gets the idea that we should be an item. It's not like you feel-" Michael's faced scrunched up, "My Lady, are you honestly that oblivious to my feelings for you? In this past year we have faced many obstacles and it just made me understand how much I truly care for you, and not just as a loyal guard...Wren, I lo-" "Don't say it...A part of me wanted to ignore your feelings and hope we could go back to how things were, but you're right. We've been through trying times lately, and I too understand...but, but we..."
Wren's voice trailed off and she leaned forward towards Michael. He leaned forward as well until their foreheads were lightly touching. "My Lady..." Wren didn't answer, 'It's now or never Michael, just do it. Tell her how you fee-' Michael's mind went blank when he felt Wren's warm hands on either side of his face. He closed his eyes so he could better enjoy the feeling, then was startled when he felt something softly touch his lips. His eyes opened momentarily and saw that Wren was apologetically looking up at him. She lightly bit the side of her own lip; 'Th-that was...her lips,' Michael quickly closed the distance and kissed Wren back. The kisses were soft and hesitant at first, but to his surprise, Wren deepened their kisses, even venturing her hand over his shoulder and on his back. He was losing his self control, he grabbed the back of her head, lightly intertwining his fingers in her hair. He leaned forward slightly but Wren broke the kiss and was breathlessly staring at Michael, who still had his hand in her hair. He looked down to Wren's lips, that were now more red in color and were glossy due to their kisses. She was trying to speak, but nothing would come out, she instead moved towards Michael once again, "WHAAAAT!?" Both Wren and Michael were startled by the loud voice that came from the door and quickly separated their bodies.