Rose Under Fire: Roza+ Rosie/George
She cannot sleep; it is too quiet, her bed is too big and she is too cold. Everything hurts and she is so lonely, she doesn't know she's moving until she feels her feet brush against cool wood and her crutches scrape across the floor. Her footsteps shuffle, trudging in the room. Fingertips brushing against Joe's head until she's at the side of their bed.
She nudges George with her knee, falling almost over him until he catches her in his arms and tucks her safely into his bed and rolls out under her onto the floor like always. He lands with a soft oof and she hears him swearing. Rosie presses against her side, tucking her in until she feels safe and sound. Until her skin is warm and the ghosts of all those she left behind fades away.
Neither of them say anything at the quiet, unforgiving sobs. Rosie just tucks her beneath her head, George reaches up and brushes her back with kind fingers. And she can put the ghosts to rest for the night.