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Wilmond had bandaged up his own arm while Max was working. "This one here," he kicked Oliver in the guts again, he groaned in response. "He burst in here and knocked her against a wall."

"A cement one?" Max asked a slight bit of concern in his voice as he looked at the wall closest to the door. A small blood stain on it where her head made first impact. He looked down at her and did a coupl of more small tests before packing up. He handed the bottle of pain pills to Wilmond. "She has a minor concussion and will probably need these for the next couple of days. She needs to stay in bed as well just for about two or three days. If she has to move then help her. Knowing Taylore she wont like having to have help but i dont want the concussion to become serious and it will if she moves around too much. Good luck with her," he said and smiled a bit at the end before leaving the safehouse.

Wilmond thanked the man and closed the door behind him. He secured Oliver, then pulled up a chair next to Taylore's bed and kept watching her for the next few hours. Finally, his sleep caught up with him. His eyes closed slowly as he drifted off to sleep.

Taylore woke up only a few minutes after Wilmond fell asleep. Slowly sitting up as her head felt like it was going to explode, sitting up slowly. She didnt make a noise though, since Wilmond looked rather tired. That was when she noticed he was sitting in a chair next to the bed. Putting a hand to the back of her head where it hurt most, she winced and realized it was bandaged up. How long was she out? Crawling over to the edge so she was close to Wilmond, she intended only to get him in the bed. "Wilmond? Get in bed if your so tired," she murmured and brushed her finger lightly across his cheek only wanting to wake him up for a moment so he would get in the bed so he didnt have to be so uncomfortable in a chair.

Wilmond, who wasn't sleeping deeply, awoke to Taylore's touch. "Hey there," he smiled. "How are you feeling?"

Taylore was startled a little when he woke up so she jumped slightly but relaxed and smiled. "My head feels like it was run over by a steamroller. Wilmond if your tired then get in bed. Im quite confident its uncomfortable sleeping in that chair," she said, moving over so he could get in the bed.

Wilmond thought of protesting, to tell her she should get back to sleep, but he was too tired to make the effort. "Allright then, but one more thing before that." He got up from his chair and took one of the pills the docter gave him. He filled a glass of water and gave it and the pill to her. "Here you go, that should make the steamroller go away for a while." He smiled at her.

Taylore smiled and watched as he got up, wondering what he needed to do. Then she gratefully took the pill and water. "Good. Thank you," she said as the took the pill then downed it with some water. Once she was done, she set it on the bedside table then once again scooted over to give Wilmond some room on the bed. It was a full sized bed so it would fit two fine as well as give them both room. The pain pill had a drowsy side effec so after several minutes she started getting sleepy again, laying back in the bed and staring up at the ceiling.

Wilmond took the glass from her and walked over to the kitchen, quickly washing it down. He then walked back over to Taylore and got into the bed next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. He was still by most standards a large man, and he didn't accidentally want to bump her out of the bed while he slept.

Taylore hesitated for a moment before she snuggled into his side, putting her head on his shoulder as her eyes drifted shut. Putting one of her arms over his stomach and lightly brushing her fingers on his side as she relaxed with him there feeling safe with him.

Wilmond just watch her hand move around his side. "I still don't get how we got this far," He said jokingly. "I mean, only three days ago, you wanted me dead. Now we're here sleeping in the same bed and holding eachother. I think I'm getting soft!" he kissed her forehead.

Taylore laughed softly and kissed his shoulder after he kissed her forehead. "I think you are! " she agreed with a smile as she looked up at him. Sitting up slightly, she placed a light kiss on his lips then pulled her lips away from his before he could kiss back. "I like you both ways though.." she whispered against his lips and smiled.

Wilmond closed his eyes as he caressed the shoulder he was supporting. "Well. It's a good thing your sister screamed in panic then!" He grinned.

Taylore laughed softly. "I suppose it is," she agreed. Then kissed him gently but a little deeper than the last kisses. Brushing a light thumb over his cheek in a gentle way.

Wilmond kissed her back, enjoying the light feeling of her lips on his. When he finally pulled back, he said, "You should get some sleep now though, you need all the rest you can get." He smiled at her.

Taylore smiled and kissed his cheek before putitng her head back on his shoulder. Settling back down as her fingers continued to brush lightly over his side. "You need sleep too.." she said quietly as she started falling asleep.

"I know, and I will, Don't worry." He stayed awake to watch her fall asleep. When she did, he let himself drift off as well.

Taylore woke up several hours later to her stomach complaining about being hungry. Slowly edging out of Wilmond's hold, she let him sleep as she slowly got out of bed. Silently starting to cross the room for the kitchen where she could get some delicious food.

Wilmond groaned and turned on his side, still unable to wake up.

Taylore smiled and made her way over to the kitchen. Taking out the ingredients, she made a sandwhich and munched on it as she looked around. Seeing Oliver was still there and tied tightly, she walked over to him and bent down in front of him still eating her sandwhich. "You know im glad i broke your wrist. Your a real son of a bitch," she commented as she sat criss cross in front of him not finding him a threat. She was still wearing the tight half shirt and her shorts but no shoes so she kept the bootknife in the waistband of her shorts.