My Enemy - M.P

Part 14

Y/n's POV

I stood there, holding open the door to the parking house, and waited for Mattia to reach me.

We had to get home as fast as possible. I had no idea how much blood he had lost, but by looking at his face, and the way he moved, he had lost a big amount. 

When he still hadn't reached me after a few seconds I let go of the door and made my way over to him. I put my arm under his arms, giving him support, and he put his arm over my shoulders. 

"How the hell does a bullet graze cause so much damage," he mumbled and leaned onto me. "It's a wound Polibio. What comes out of wounds?"

"Blood."

"What does humans need blood for?"

"Functioning"

"Exactly. Does that answer your question?"

He annoyingly rolled his eyes, and I ignored it. I would get mad at him when we had gotten home and sterilized his wound.

Together we reached the door and walked out to the parking house and over to his car. 

He pulled out his car keys and unlocked the car before pulling away from me and handing me the car keys. "I'm not risking my life by driving in this condition".

"You mean our lives?"

"No, I mean mine. I don't care about your life"

"God, what a gentleman", I muttered and made my way over to the driver seat. I was about to sit in when I saw Ale's car. Kairi!

Closing the door, I ran over to the Mercedes. I was halfway to the car when the doors were opened and Kairi, Ale and Amber stepped out, running towards me.

"What the hell happened to your earpieces? We were about to go in!", Kairi said stressed as he pulled me in for a hug. "And what happened to your dress?"

I quickly explained what had happened before we all made our way over to Mattia's car.

Reaching it, we saw that he had leaned his head back on the seat and his eyes were closed.I opened the door and he opened his eyes and looked at us. "Let's go home", he mumbled. His voice sounded strained and he was too pale for my liking. 

"Bro stay awake alright", Ale answered and turned around, grabbing Amber and Kairi's arms and dragging them towards his car.

"Get home as fast as possible!", he yelled over his shoulder to me. "We are coming right behind you."

Quickly getting in the car, I started it and drove out of the parking house. 

In 15 minutes we had arrived home. 

I got out and made my way over to his side, opening his door. He got out and instantly I supported him by placing my arm under his arms.

"Stay on your feet okay", I gently said as we started walking towards the door. 

"I'll try, but I can't promise anything", he answered and leaned his head against mine. "Im gonna fucking kill Ethan and his people"

I chuckled and shook my head. "I have no doubt, but first we need to get you in shape."

We got to the door and instantly the guards standing outside asked if we needed any help. Declining their offer, they opened the door for us and we walked in. 

I straight away noticed that the house was empty, but to make sure I yelled for both my parents, and his parents too. 

No answer, as I though.

"We have to clean your wound", I said and started walking towards the stairs. Going up the stairs would usually just take a few seconds, but because of his condition right now, we almost used a minute.

When we finally had made our way up the stairs, we walked to his room, and into his bathroom. 

I placed him against the bathroom counter, and bent down under the sink, to take out all the first aid equipment. 

Straightening back up, I put them beside him on the counter and told him to sit up on the counter, and remove his shirt. 

He looked at me before raising his eyebrows. 

"If you want to see me shirtless just say so."

I rolled my eyes and he chuckled. Then he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, throwing it down on the floor, before sitting onto the counter. Damn, that was attracti-, ew no, stop thinking like that.

Pushing my thought away I carefully untied the cloth around him and was shocked when I saw how bad the wound looked. It was not like that when we left the club. 

A hundred thoughts started running through my head.

How deep was the wound?

Could it be infected?

Could this wound damage him permanently?

Had he lost much blood?

Would he die?

He must have noticed the distress on my face because he looked down at the wound and then back up at me before he tried reassuring me that he was fine. 

"I have had worse injuries", he said and moved his hand up to his shoulder. "Gunshot"

His hand moved over to his collarbone. "An arrow. Don't even ask me how."

He continued showing his scars before his hand stopped beside his stomach.

"This is the worst injury I ever had. I actually almost lost my life".

He looked up and our eyes met.

I gave him that...

Five years ago I gave him that.

A.N

Part 14 ✅

I am going to get better at uploading chapters more frequently😊

-R