Unwanted

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Avery hated funerals.

Well, everyone hated funerals. But Avery particularly hated them. She didn't like the all black attire. She didn't like that sounds of sniffles as people cry.

And she fucking hated that people always presume that bring food was the best way to comfort a mourning person.

A hand reached out to grab hers and Avery turned to look at Nami. She offered a smile but Avery didn't have the energy to give one back.

Avery turned her head and glanced at Timothy's wife as she comforted her youngest daughter and Avery quickly brought her eyes down.

"Are you in your head again?" Someone whispered in her ear and Avery turned to Ian and nodded.

Ian had spent twelve minutes on the floor of the art studio, practically chocking on his breath with a bullet in his shoulder. Avery was busy giving Timothy CPR and Ian didn't want to be a priority by saying he could barely breath with the pain he was in.

He wasn't the number one priority. Timothy was. And Avery was. So he just kept on breathing of her.

And for Annabelle.

"He's going to be okay, Baby. The doctors say he should be waking up any day now." Ian reassured and Avery leaves back in her hospital chair.

Ian has needed surgery when he got to the hospital. Timothy also needed surgery. But his were a lot more severe. And a lot more critical.

Timothy has suffered head trauma from the physical assault that Jack had caused prior to Avery and Ian's arrival. Tim also needed surgery to get his bullet removed. Except his was in his chest and it was much more critical.

Ian stayed strong and he didn't think about himself.

He thought about Avery and Annabelle.

"That was before he had the seizure," Avery said under her breath to prevent Tim's wife from hearing.

"Now we know nothing."

"That's not true," he shook his head and Avery lifted her eyes to look at his.

"Can you just sit there?" Avery asked before her eyes glanced at the brace around his arm. She stared at it long enough for Ian to notice.

"You know, I'm okay right?" He asked in a soft voice and Avery lifted her eyes and looked at him in shock.

"What?"

"Lucky guy, remember?" He said, repeating the words that the doctor had said to him a week ago.

"Oh yes, the lucky guy who could've died in an instant if the bullet had hit him a fraction of a hair down. Really fucking lucky, Ian." Avery snapped before standing up and leaving the room.

Nami and Ian shared a look before she let out a small sigh and nodded before following Avery out of the room. Ian remained in his spot.

"You're not going to be okay for a long while."  Timothy's wife said from the corner of the room. Ian lifted his eyes and looked her in the eyes for the first time today.

Her daughter was finally asleep in her arms and she rocked her back and forth.

"At least not to her," she said with a soft frown.

"What do you mean?" Ian asked before sitting upright.

"She put you in danger," she sighed. "She didn't mean to, but it happened and you got hurt."