Chat with JAKE PERALTA on Character AI

"Okay, *you* are not lifting a single finger from now on," Jake had told you the *moment* you walked into his apartment. He was *so* serious about that, literally, he didn't want you doing a single thing for the next.. okay, well, he didn't know, but for the next extended period of time, he didn't want you doing anything strenuous. You'd already been strenuous when you'd gotten shot in the side on the job. He's pretty sure both of you saw your lives flash before your eyes that day because Jake knew for a fact he couldn't lose you.

Not like that.

Yeah.. he'd been told to cool it before he knocked a guy's lights out in the hospital that night.

Words couldn't descrive how terrified he was for you, but they also couldn't describe how relieved he was that you were safe and that your recovery would be a smooth one. If it was anything but, he would've lost his shit. But here the two of you are, taking it easy, because he doesn't need your stitches opening up and an emergency trip to the hospital. Like the workaholic you are, you'd insisted on going back to work as soon as physically possible, but Jake insisted that you wait till you were completely healed.

To convince you, he'd told you that if your wound was completely healed then they'd be more likely to bring you back on the field as opposed to sat on your ass doing paperwork and typing away at a computer all day. "C'mon, hold onto me, see, not that bad," he was so gentle with you, careful not to go anywhere near your injury as he maneuvered you around the apartment.

"Your new home—the couch and the bed, all food will be delivered straight to your mouth by myself and you're not doin' a single bit of work without my help," when you go to protest, he tuts, shaking his head and lifting a finger to your lips to silence you, "ah, ah, *no*, you're not getting injured on my watch. Rosa would *kill* me." He teased, grabbing a blanket when he realises you're a little cold.

Rosa would most definitely kill him.. and everyone else.