One With My Rival

Untitled Part 24

When I said that I was going to give myself ample amount of time to heal, I meant at least a week.

Five days minimum.

I didn't exactly calculate the fact that I have a mother and a mother-in-law and a wedding in my life.

I watch the two women, which I've come down to call the witches, chatter with the staff and go around the place, pointing various nicknacks and other random shit.

I feel so nauseous and light headed that in a handful of times I've admitted of feeling faint, I actually do in fact feel like I'm about to faint anytime now. The fact that this place is basically a giant green house and is too bright and cold doesn't help at all.

I squeeze my clammy hands together in an attempt to keep myself awake and sane as the staff leads us somewhere further in this place.

"Do you prefer the traditional roses or do you any other flower in mind?" The staff, a young pretty girl, politely asks.

"Any is fine" I manage to tumble out without stuttering.

"But this is your wedding! You must have a specific flower in mind?" I looked at her, eyes almost pleading but hid it behind a smile.

A flower... right. What kinds of flowers exist.

"Maybe a-"

"Tulips. Her favorite flowers are tulips" Lucas, as always in times like these, suddenly appears. He rests a hand on my lower back, firm and grounding yet gentle and I find myself relaxing a bit because finally.

Someone who knows I've been fucking shot twice is here.

The staff looks at Lucas then at me and I gave her a smile and a small nod just to get it over with.

"Tulips it is then" She nods her head then scurries away.

Finally.

"You look like you're about to faint"

"I am about to faint" Despite my pride and ego yelling at me to stop and step away, I find myself leaning against him more. It's been a good amount of time. Probably a solid two to three hours. I haven't sat down in three hours and I'm no doctor nor do I know that much about first aid but I'm pretty sure you're not suppose to walk around for two hours with a gunshot wound.

Besides, recently there's been this weird aura between us that's calming enough to make me lower my guard.

Just a tad bit. 

I have yet to ponder over yet but in my current state I'll gladly take it cause Lord knows I won't be any match if this guy decides to stab me.

"I won't even be surprised if I'm bleeding through the layers of bandages" I took in a shaky breath, looking down on instinct because not only am I in pain and on the verge of fainting but my anxiety is also through the roof right now.

Imagine having to explain to two drama queens as to why you're bleeding.

I'm pretty sure the police would be involved before I can even get anything out.

Lucas is quiet for a while, probably thinking and the hand on my lower back continues to draw random patterns.

"Do you have extra bandages with you?"

"Y-Yeah"

"Okay come on" He pulls us both to an isolated and secluded area of the greenhouse. Lucas then proceeds to pull my shirt from my pants and out of hazy alarm bells ringing and a fuzzy mind, my hand shoots out to stop him. Eyes wide in panic.