All He Ever Lusted (Completed) [BEING REWRITTEN]

Chapter Thirteen - The Morning After

{All He Ever Lusted} 

Chapter Thirteen - The Morning After

➳ STACEY'S POV

"Why are you still in bed?" Vivian screams directly into my ear early next morning as my body leaps up from under the cover immediately.

"What?" I said drowsily, wiping a stray string of saliva from my mouth. Gross. “What time is it?”

"It's eight already, you’ve already missed breakfast and have exactly ten minutes to get ready until your first lesson starts,” Vivian said, while shaking her head with disapproval at me.

I groaned as I got out of bed and dragged my feet to the bathroom. I really didn’t want today to come. After what had happened yesterday, I just knew what I had to embrace today was not going to be good, and that today was not exactly going to be ‘smooth-sailing’.  

I was so close to killing him. Just if I had enough courage to pull the trigger, he would have fallen dead.

And would I finally be happy?

I touched the back of my head. The blood had stopped once I had reached my dorm, and I had managed to disinfect it before it got too nasty, but a tiny bump had developed in the back of head and each time I touched it, it stung terribly.

That wasn’t the most important thing though, what would I have to tell Alistar? Ms. Feryl? Whitney? 

And was I really in love with him?

I know I feel attracted to him, there was no denying that, but was I in love with him? One thing that I knew for sure was that with Whitney here and the entire Hunter Society watching my back constantly, I had to push these feelings as down inside my heart as possible, until I understood my real feelings. So in the meantime, I could only do what I did best, avoid Alistar and my own feelings.

He was a precarious obstacle in my life, and until I figured out whether that obstacle was good or bad, I had to be extra careful.

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I walked out of the bathroom, unconsciously touching my head as I did so. Vivian must’ve noticed, since she asks, “What’s wrong with your head?” 

“Oh, nothing. I just fell. And it hurts a bit.” 

She emitted a deep sigh and gestures for me to sit down on a chair. I do so and she asks, “Where’s the first aid kit?” 

“In the bathroom, top drawer.” 

She enters the bathroom and comes out seconds later carrying a bulky red bag. She stands behind me and before I could ask what she was doing, she began carefully bandaging my head with no flaws. It was like she had done this forever. 

She finished wrapping the delicate white cloth around the wound in less than a minute and when I glanced at the mirror, I wouldn’t even have known I had been bandaged. The pain had also decreased to almost nonexistent, it was perfectly treated.

“How did you do that?” I ask her. 

“Self taught,” she shrugs, as if it wasn’t a big deal. “I’ve always wanted to become a doctor. Not for the money or anything, I just wanted to help people, you know? That feeling of helping someone just makes me happy.” 

When Vivian said that, a slight smile had remained on her face the entire time. It seemed as if she wasn’t talking to me anymore, and just to herself. “Yeah, I know that feeling.” 

Vivian nods, and before I could see the rare look on her face one more time, she pushes my back. “You should be proud you were the very first patient which I treated. After all, you’re just helpless without me, Stacey Miller.” 

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