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isadora feels her stomach drop at the sight of your limp werewolf body on the ground.
she should've gone with you. it was too dangerous to let you wander out alone when there's a hyde on the loose. but you had to give her those puppy dog eyes and say you could handle it, that you'd only be gone for 10 minutes at most.
she can never say no to you.
the wind slaps against her face as she bolts over to you, running as fast as she can on four furry legs. her heart pounds as she gets closer, still no sign of you breathing at all. when she approaches, guilt consumes her entire body from how bloody and roughed up you are. dried blood cakes your fur, some of it still gushing out from the wound on your torso. your mouth is slightly open, tongue lolled out, and for a terrifying second, she thinks you're dead. she starts whining, her bright red eyes filling with tears as she pushes your limp body with her snout.
please be alive, please be alive, please be alive.
you don't move at all. not even when she licks up the blood pouring from your gaping wound to try and stop it from gushing so much.
isadora rests her face on your neck and begins howling softly, mourning her dead lover. she can't believe this, can't believe this is how it ended. she's spent such a short time with you. she hasn't even said i love you yet.
you'll never know.
but, as she raises her paw and places it over your torso, she can feel something.
your strained breaths. they're barely there, but she can feel those weak breaths against her arm. she scrambles up and nudges you with her snout again, and her ears turn upright when she hears your tiny voice call out for her.
"iz…zie." you can't see her, but you know it's your girlfriend behind you.
you're too weak to move, too weak to even speak, but you're alive. barely. that hyde got you pretty good. even stole that expensive meat you were planning on giving isadora… it's why you came out here in the first place.
fucking prick.
you groan slightly as she licks your face happily, and all you can do as she gently picks you up in her arms is let out a long wail. she's as careful as she can be with your body while racing back to nevermore on her two hind legs. the speed makes you feel sick, and you feel blood gush out from your wounds every time you bounce in her arms.
you're in and out of consciousness the whole time. you don't even know when you transformed back into your human form, but you're in it when you wake up in isadora's bed. you're just glad you weren't awake for it. it would've hurt like hell for your body to switch while you're so injured.
she's back in human form, too, and you sort of wish she wasn't.
she's a little blurry when you open your eyes, and it's hard to tell which one's the real one because you see about four of her. but you squint, and you can kind of make out her expression.
the look on her face kills you. she's so miserable and worried, and there are dried tears on her face that make your heart hurt. in her hand are nearly a dozen soggy tissues, and she brings one up to blow her runny nose.
she's pacing around the room, mumbling something to herself. you try to open your mouth and speak, but you can't find your voice. everything hurts. so you sort of just make a gurgling noise in the back of your throat to get her attention.
isadora's head snaps to you so fast you swear you hear a few bones crack. she wipes some snot off her lip and rushes over to you, blinking the tears in her eyes away as she sits on the bed with you.
"you're awake! i've been worrying myself sick for the past couple of hours." her voice is so shaky. "how are you feeling? do you need anything?"
your heart warms at how attentive she is to your recovery. she's always been like this. even when you got a tiny papercut while helping her sort through paperwork (still hurt like a motherfucker), she made sure it was cleaned properly and bandaged up. even checked on it a few days later to make sure it was healing properly.
so you can imagine how horrible she feels now, when you're beaten to a pulp and barely able to move.
the pain you feel when you try to swallow the spit in your mouth makes you grimace, and you reach a weak hand up to touch your throat. you hear isadora's quiet inhale from beside you, and you try to smile at her to let her know you're okay.
well, not really, but you don't need her worrying herself sick like she said she was.
"i'm fine, izzie." your voice makes you wince. it doesn't even sound like you. it's hoarse and quiet and tickles your throat. "just… sore."
her eyes get wet again, and she smiles sadly at you, bringing her hand down so she can take yours and rub it comfortingly. she leans down and kisses the top of your head, nuzzling her nose into your scalp and trying not to start blubbering about how she's so glad you're alive and how this is all her fault.
"i thought you were dead." she mutters, kissing your head over and over again.
you look up at her and bite the inside of your lip, trying not to cry. because you were scared, too. you thought you were dead for a second, but then you heard isadora's voice call out for you, and that darkness you felt overtaking you slowly started to fade.
she continues, voice wavering as she stares at your swollen face. "i wouldn't know what to do if you were." her soft hand caresses your cheek carefully, as if you were made out of glass. "i wouldn't know how to continue with my life if you weren't in it."
"you're isadora capri, of course, you would know how. plus, i bet you'd make some angsty new album about my death that'd get you to the top of billboard or something." isadora's lips quirk up into a slight smile at your joke, and you feel yourself get all fuzzy.
there's a bit of a comfortable silence for the next few minutes, just isadora leaning her head on your chest, feeling it rise and fall with each breath that she's so very thankful for. her hands wander up your stomach, soothing your pain with her magic touch. there's something on her mind, though, something she needs to tell you.
the three little words are on her tongue, waiting to spill out and confess to you. she repeats them in her head as she holds you, so thankful that you're here and alive in her arms. it almost makes her tear up at how much she really does love you.
her nostrils flare, and her mouth opens up shakily.
"i love you." she whispers into your ear, lips trembling against it. "so much."
slowly, you turn to face her. the look in her eyes makes you shy. there's so much love in there. you feel smothered with it, and it makes your head spin.
"i love you, too." you grin, cheek to cheek. it hurts your bruised face, but you can't seem to care at the moment. it grows even bigger when the color of her face matches the red of her hair.
isadora captures your lips and kisses you slowly and tenderly. you're a bit dazed when she pulls back slightly to whisper against your lips.
"but i love you more."