(Anon’s POV)

I opened my eye’s slowly. The pain I was feeling was almost unreal. I looked over to my side, and saw a figure. I opened my mouth and tried to speak, but almost nothing came out.

“Sp...Spit” I rasped. Spitfire looked at you, and gasped. As your vision cleared, you could see her face was streaked with tears.

“Anon!” she said. Before you could react, Spitfire was embracing you in a bone crushing hug.

“Ow. Ow!” you exclaimed. Spitfire quickly let go of you.

“Oh, sorry! Sorry!” Spitfire started crying all over again. I groaned, and tried to lift my left arm. Nothing happened. I looked over to where my left arm was. Check that. Where it should have been.

“What...” you looked around frantically. Spitfire swallowed.

“They tell me you jumped from the plane just before it crashed. They said you wouldn’t have survived otherwise. But...” Spitfire didn’t finish her sentence.

“Spitfire, did they amputate my arm?” you asked fearfully. Spitfire nodded, slowly. You closed your eyes and sighed.

“Anon, what in the hell were you thinking!?” Spitfire said suddenly. You opened your eyes and looked at her.

“What?” you asked.

“That one parachute could have taken both of us. You could have gone with me!” Spitfire said. You smiled, and put your right hand on her shoulder.

“Not safely. That parachute was designed for one person. If I had gone with you, I would have been jeopardizing both of our lives. I care about you Spiffy. I can’t let anything bad happen to you.” you said, wincing in pain. Spitfire’s eyes teared up again.

“Oh Anon.” she said, leaning forward. You weren’t sure what she was doing, but you quickly found out. Spitfire put her face just inches from yours, and you closed the gap. Your lips met hers, and you enjoyed each other’s embrace. You put your arm around her, and pulled her closer. When you parted, Spitfire was smiling.

“Spitfire, the day I saw you, you remember. When I was blocking the front door of the school. I knew, I wanted to be your friend. But now, after all this, I want… ah!” you groaned as a sear of pain shot through your body. “I...I want to...” Spitfire cut you off. She kissed you again.

“I’d love that.” she whispered in your ear.

A few days later, the doctors released you from the hospital, and Spitfire insisted that you stay with her. You accepted.

You were sitting on the couch watching TV, and you heard a noise behind you. You turned, and gasped. Spitfire was standing in the doorway, wearing a very revealing nightgown.

“Whoa.” you said. Spitfire beckoned you towards her. Like a zombie, you obeyed. You walked over to her, and put your arm around her. She engaged you in a make out session, and you gladly welcomed it.

“Tell you what, why don’t we take this to the bedroom...” Spitfire cooed in your ear. You smiled.

“I’ll follow you!” you said. You excitedly followed Spitfire into her bedroom, and closed the door behind you.

Author's Note

If anyone wants a clop addition for this chapter, tell me, and I'll add it!