Falling for a Maximoff

Chapter 31: Patching up and disappointments

TW: Injuries, insecureties 

Pov y/n

I gain my consciousness back and open my eyes to look at a white ceiling that's not in my room. My body tenses instantly but when I hear my mom's voice mumble something, I turn my head to look at her and relax. We're in a small medical room and she looks through the drawers to find whatever she needs. I don't get what she's mumbling but it doesn't sound happy. When she turns around and sees I'm awake, she smiles a little bit at me and comes back to the bed I'm on.

"How are you, malyschka?" She asks, worry coating her voice and she scans my face.
"Everything hurts." I answer honestly. Her expression changes a few times from worry to anger to sadness.
"I'm sorry, you had to suffer because of me. I really did my best and I hated ever single punishment." She apologizes but I wave it off, not having enough energy to shake my head.
"I know you didn't mean to, mom. You tried your best. It's not your fault." I assure her and her gaze softens.

"You are really strong, do you know that? You took so much. Not just today but the last weeks and I don't know how you do it." She says and brushes some hair out of my face. I smile sadly while she gets some pads to clean my wounds.

"I didn't really have a choice. Giving up doesn't count here. Besides, I'm not strong, I passed out so much the last couple of days, that's not strength. And you also were strong, when you were here." I answer and hiss when mom cleans the cuts on my face, it burns.

"I know but that doesn't change that you're strong, dorogory. You passed out from exhaustion or pain and you still keep going and that's incredible. And yes, I had to be when I was here but it was a little different back then, but it doesn't matter right now. The only thing that matters is to get you on your way to healing again." She states and kisses my hair before taking care of my face. I don't reply anything and just think about what she said and watch her patch me up. She puts some small bandages over the cuts so they heal faster and cleans the rest of my face.

"Anything else that needs to be patched up?" She asks, scanning over my body and I shake my head and sit up a little but freeze at the pain in my shoulder, that's new.
Mom observes my reaction and waits for me to tell her what's wrong. I point to my shoulder and try to get my arm out of the shirt but it hurts and the muscle cramps a little. Closing my eyes for a few seconds, I concentrate on my breathing and let mom do it. She is very careful and slow, making sure not to hurt me. When my shoulder is free, she gasps a little and I open my eyes to see the hurt in them.

"What is it?" I ask, not able to see it myself.
"The mark from all the tasing and it looks a little infected." She explains and looks through the drawers again. I didn't know it left a mark. Of course, I noticed the spot hurting a little but I thought that was just the muscle still reacting to the electric impulses.

Mom finds what she's looking for and comes back with some bottle with liquid that she pours on a bigger pad.
"That might hurt." She apologizes beforehand and I grind my teeth when she takes care of the spot. After she disinfected it, she gets a new pad and some tape to put both over the injury.
She helps me to put the shirt back on and hands me an ice-pack to hold against my cheek. It feels good and I lean my head back a little. She sits next to me and carefully places an arm around me and kisses my head. I lean into her side as far as possible and just enjoy the quiet moment. There are not a lot of them in here and after the eventful day it feels good to have a break.

But it doesn't last long and the door opens again and in steps my fighting trainer. She looks at me and points her head at me and then towards the hallway, telling me it's time for training. I whine internally, not ready for training, I thought I didn't have to train today but apparently, I was wrong. But before I can get up, mom does and steps in front of me.