rickyxhorror
A gilded memoir engraved into my soul.
Jaime had been incredibly grateful for Alex catching Rick. So thankful that she couldn't verbally express it ad planned to try her hardest to do so after she had retrieved her sweet and precious soon to be boyfriend. She knew three things in this moment. One, her knuckles were killing her yet the punches must have looked beyond daring and talented. Two, Rick was alive and safe and on the ground of the balcony. Shivering, trembling and superior possessive amount of traumatization. Three, she did that. She saved her third grade crush. The male she looked up to, the one who had stayed alive and fought through so much shit that he'd unwillingly been put through.
Jaime carried Rick's light and weak body to the bed within the room that the balcony was attached to and she held him close to her chest, in her arms and rocked him back and forth. "Ricky, Ricky baby, I'm here. I got you. You're on the ground. You're in a bed, inside of a house. There is a roof over your head and my hands in your hair Rick. You get to be as close as you've ever been to my hair. Rick, feel it and twirl it. You are alive Rick. I have you safe in my arms." Jaime cooed to the paralyzed male, shaking in her arms.
Jaime carried Rick's light and weak body to the bed within the room that the balcony was attached to and she held him close to her chest, in her arms and rocked him back and forth. "Ricky, Ricky baby, I'm here. I got you. You're on the ground. You're in a bed, inside of a house. There is a roof over your head and my hands in your hair Rick. You get to be as close as you've ever been to my hair. Rick, feel it and twirl it. You are alive Rick. I have you safe in my arms." Jaime cooed to the paralyzed male, shaking in her arms.