Pairing: FakeAH!Michael Jones x Reader
Word Count: 1,757
Warnings: Swearing, PTSD
As your eyes slowly fluttered open, the first thing you noticed was the smell; something comforting and so very familiar, something quite different from what you had grown used to over the past few days. You noticed the softness of the comforter that enveloped you, and how you felt somewhat numb all over, then the faint sound of music from another room. It wasn’t until you glanced around the room that you saw the layout of what seemed to be a bedroom, the dull light of a lamp bouncing off the muted grey walls
And then you saw him.
Sitting cross legged beside you on the queen-sized bed, fingers clenched around an energy drink and eyes heavy-lidded, Michael definitely looked worse for wear. His clothes and hair were clean, though, so someone was making sure he’d at least somewhat taken care of himself. “Michael,” you murmured softly, you voice so hoarse it was almost silent.
It was enough to grab his attention though, and pull him out of the half-asleep state he was in, eyes wide and alert as his head almost snapped turning to face you. “Holy shit,” his voice was barely a whisper, and he stayed still for a moment, almost as if in shock, before moving to cup your face gently. “(Y/n), I— fuck, I was so worried,” he leaned down to plant a kiss on your forehead. “I was so goddamn afraid we wouldn’t make it in time, I was so fuckin scared, I—” he paused, taking the time to kiss away the tears along your cheekbones. “Holy shit,” somehow his voice was even softer, “you’re here, you’re alive, you—”