The Justice

Chapter 6: Hey Nugget

*BIG FAT ASS TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT*

Dedication to my two dutch lassies and my knife queen who made me laugh during one part of it. You know who you are, luv u -Zof

ZOFIA'S POV

"How bad is it?" I ask Liam while he's changing something on the screen and zooms on the radiograph of Harry's leg. He was laying on the medical medpod with his already soaked from blood clothes. I didn't have time to go and grab new ones for him.

I didn't want to leave him alone.

After we came into the agency and split up I took Harry to the laboratory wing where Liam immediately gave him some sleeping pills so that repairing the muscle tissues would not be that painful.

I had been sitting with him for ten minutes, holding his cold covered in blood hand, which was lying limply beside his waist.

I looked at his leg where the knife pierced his pants and cut deep into his thigh. I rememberd my scar in the exact same place. He would have the same one because my sister didn't hold back just like with me.

How ironic, I think she likes to target the thighs, and now that would be another thing we would have with Harry in common.

"It's fine, there's nothing to fear of, only the small scar will remain but besides that I think Harry will be able to return to work tomorrow, fully functional." the tissue repair machine moved slowly over Harry's wound, which was overgrowing with missing muscles.

I nodded at Liam's comforting words but the feeling of guilt has not gone away.

I was the one who asked him to come into prison after Nova, and Harry came. It was a little surprising that he even listened to me, and as usual, when something goes well, everything is ruined at the end.

It was my fault he was now laying on this medpod, covered in blood, pale as a corpse, due to the lack of a great amount of blood in his system.

Liam gave him blood transfusion right after turning on the machine, but he still probably didn't have enough of it to flush his cheeks, on which I always saw those annoying dimples of his.

These fucking dimples. His bright smile. His low ton of voice. And these eternally staring with curiosity tempting green eyes.

At this moment I realised how much I really care for this asshole. We were friends, but sometimes I looked at him a little too long to consider it as a friendship.

I always liked being in his presence and it wasn't weird or awkward, like with some people. I always rejected them or considered them annoying at the first sight, that would explain the fact I only had two friends. My trust toward people went straight to hell after most of them turned their backs to me. Even now I didn't open up completely to my close ones.

I bottled my feeling deep within myself and suffered alone, and past last years I got used to it. Just like today, but the feeling of guilt struck me harder now.

I wasn't exactly sure when it happened or even when it started. All I knew for sure was that right here and now, I was falling hard and only pray that he was maybe feeling the same way.

Like I said, trust is not my strongest trait, and the fact that showing my feelings would possibly ruin our long term friendship made me want to tear apart.

So basically now, I was in a hopeless situation, because he was always teasing me in a way I couldn't resist but knowing that I can't do shit about it, so I just wanted him to stop. Everytime he teased and used these fucking pet names of his, I only got more frustrated because there was nothing I could do about it.