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Dahlia's POV

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Billie talked to me about her past for about three hours before she insisted on picking me up off the counter and carrying me into the bathroom. I worried that me showering this late, or rather, this early, would wake Finneas up, but she insisted that It'd be fine because he sleeps like a baby.

"I'm gonna run you a bath instead because I don't think you should or could stand up for all that long, and soaking will help make you feel better anyway."

Billie started running the water after she told me and then grabbed me a rag and towel out of the closet, placing the rag in the water and the towel on the towel holder above the big bathtub before grabbing some soap and some Epsom salt. I watched her closely as I sat on the counter. Everything on me still hurt like a bitch, but the pain wasn't that intolerable as I focused on her.

"You lied," I mumbled, my throat stinging even though I hadn't spoken that loudly. She turned to me and raised an eyebrow. "You said you weren't good at helping people get through shit, but you were there for me when Kai posted my picture and you're the reason I got through that. And now it's almost 5 am and you're here running me a bath because I got my ass jumped, and you're helping me through this too."

She blushed and shook her head as she continued to walk around the bathroom, getting things together. "It just seems like I know what I'm doing because I've been through this particular situation a lot. I mean—Fin has done this for me a lot. I'd get hurt and he knew what to do to help me get better."

He seemed like a natural when it came to patching me up. I guess that's why. Because of Billie's past. If he wasn't into music I bet he'd be a doctor.

"Did Finneas help you get through someone's naked picture being posted several times too?" I questioned, watching as she froze in her spot and looked at me. "Give yourself some credit, Eilish. You're not a monster or anything. You're not the bad guy. You used to beat the shit out of people literally because you wanted to help the people who couldn't help themselves. It was unorthodox, but you're kinda a natural caregiver in a way. You're like...The biggest chaotic good person I've ever met."

"I always thought of myself as a chaotic neutral."

I grinned as she walked over in front of me, lifting a finger up to softly stroke my cheek. It hurt, but I tried not to show it because I enjoyed her touch. She clearly noticed, though, because she pulled away almost immediately.

"If your lip wasn't swollen like a baboon's ass right now, I'd kiss you." She smiled.

"I feel so fucking beautiful, Billie. Thank you."

"We need to get those clothes off. Lift your arms, okay?" She went to tug gently at my shirt, but I quickly shook my head.

"N-No. I've got bruises everywhere and they're so fucking ugly. I look terrible, I don't want you to see—"

"You've got two black eyes and baboon ass lips and I still think you're one of the most attractive girls I've ever seen in my life. You come second only to Beyoncé."

"Let's not act like Ariana Grande doesn't exist, please. I come third." I giggled. "Thank you, but I still don't want you to see me like this. I can get undressed and in the tub by myself.

"Let me let you in on a little secret, Dahlia. I'm just as stubborn as you are and I've had this same conversation with Finneas several times. Every time he'd leave to let me get undressed by myself, I always ended up falling down and injuring myself further and he'd always come back a few minutes later, a stupid ass, knowing smirk on his face the whole time he helped me get undressed and into the tub."

"I'm not you, Bil." I rolled my eyes. "Just help me off the counter and I'll do the rest on my own."

She helped me off the counter and I grunted as I leaned against it, clenching my teeth as I realized just how much my feet hurt. I honestly feel like I have two sprained ankles. "Leave me." I whispered dramatically. Billie let out her usual, beautiful laugh and did as told, but not before teasingly telling me that she'd be back in a few minutes.

After she closed the door, I took off my shoes. That alone took like five minutes, and I honestly wished I'd just opted to take my bath with them on.

Taking the pants off had to be the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life. I don't know why in the shit I'd chosen today of all days to wear possibly the tightest jeans in my closet. I would've struggled to get these fuckers off even if I hadn't been injured.

They were around my ankles when I fell, hitting the ground with a loud thud and a whispered "FUCK!"

I stayed still and prayed that Billie hadn't heard that. Maybe she was in the kitchen or her room and she hadn't been paying attention enough to hear it. Maybe it wasn't as loud as I thought it was?

When she knocked on the door and poked her head in wearing a large smirk, I knew my prayer hadn't been heard.

"So...I guess I'll help you now, then?"

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I'd stayed in the bath for a few hours and then Billie helped me out, taking me to her room and drying me off like I was a child.

I still don't know how the hell she could ever think of herself as anything less than an amazing help in situations like these. She's an absolute natural at taking care of people.

"Dude, I could do this by myself—"

"Dahlia, I'm going to dry you off, get you dressed, and then you're going to get on my bed and go to sleep while I make some breakfast. That is how this is going to go, no ifs, ands, or buts."

Now that the pain in my body had died down a little bit, I guess my other senses were growing stronger. The throb I felt in my core as I stared into her eyes, my own eyes wide and my lips falling open, made me want to pull her on top of me and ask her to use that mouth of hers for something other than speaking.

"Do not look at me like that right now, Dahlia Doe. You know we can't do anything." She warned.

I gasped. I have a look when I get turned on? It's as if she was reading my mind. "Your eyes get wide, your mouth falls open, your pupils dilate and you look at me with this...look. I just know it. It's so obvious when you want me." She laughed.

I didn't reply for a while as she walked over to her closet and pulled out a large hoodie before grabbing some panties from her dresser.

"My name's Dahlia Jane Delilah Doe." I muttered. I don't know why I felt the need to tell her that, I know she'll just tease me about my name later.

"Wow, your parents are wild." She chuckled. "My name's Billie Eilish Pirate Baird O'Connell."

"Wow."

She just nodded in response before walking toward me. I shook my head quickly as she began to get the hoodie ready to put on me.

"I-I'm not wearing that."

"Why do you have to be so damn difficult, Doe? What, is my hoodie not up to to your standards? Does it really matter what you're wearing right now? You're going to sleep not New York Fashion Week—"

"That is a fucking Louis Vuitton hoodie. I'm not wearing that! What if I slobber on it? What if my hair gets on it?"

"I'll buy a new one?"

"You're too fucking rich and I don't like it."

She made me lift my arms and carefully put the hoodie on me. After it was on, I froze in my spot and looked down at myself. I felt like a new bitch. This shit different different.

"Girl, if you don't—" Billie rolled her eyes and smacked her lips together before grabbing the panties. I snatched them away from her and slid them up my legs as quickly as I could. It hurt like a bitch, but I didn't fall over this time.

She picked me up and put me by her pillows before pulling the covers over me and then turning the red light on. "You stay in here and sleep. Call me if you need anything and don't move." She kissed my head.

"Billie, you haven't slept." I stated softly.

"I don't need sleep, I'm a bad bitch." She joked. "I'll be fine, my love." I'm glad the light was on so she couldn't see my blush. "I won't cook anything too extravagant. When it's done I'll wake you up and we can eat it in here. Then we're going to the hospital." She said the last part sternly, sending me a look that said she meant what she said. I sighed a little as she gave me another kiss on the forehead and then left.

I drifted off quickly, wishing she was in here with me, her arms wrapped around me as we slept.