Swimming with the Devil

Is That... A Soft Side?

Tianne felt the uncomfortable feeling get worse as she watched Martin. She could truly see how much he was worried about her. Shaking uncontrollably, she curled up into a ball when her hands and feet were freed from the ropes. The warmth that covered her from the blanket calmed her down slightly, and she did her best to focus more on Martin then the pain in her body.

Hearing that he promised Miss Jenkins that she would still be alive, she found something else to focus on. At some point, memories of her own mother made her tear up, so she went back to focusing on Martin.

Before Andrew and the doctors could arrive, she managed to calm down enough to stop hyperventilating, but breathing still hurt her. In her shaking fit, her right arm managed to come out from under the blanket. Focusing her sole attention on Martin, she managed to give him a look as if to say "do you really think I'd give up now?"

Martin's frown now turned into a warm smile, "God you are incorrigible."

The next moment, he lifted her up in his arms and started walking towards upstairs, "Stay with me now, I'd really prefer if you make it out of this room conscious." He rolled his eyes.

He then took her upstairs and looked at Andrew who was talking with a couple of doctors, "What took you so long Andrew? She is barely breathing, if she dies the blood is on your hands."

Andrew looked at him with fury, "It already is on your shirt Martin. What the heck did you do to her?"

Tianne growled slightly at this change in behaviour. It was really starting to piss her off. Wincing slightly at the pain going through her body, she put an arm around Martin's neck so it was easier to carry her. She looked at him with a "Are you fucking kidding me" look when he talked to Andrew.

Martin rolled his eyes and carried her to his bedroom, "Two more minutes Tia, you obviously wouldn't want the doctors to see you naked, now would you? Even though you are so turned on, I will not allow that ." He arrogantly stated and took her to his room and directly in the warm bath tub, it was already prepared, as if he planned all of it. 

Tianne glared at him when he mentioned her being turned on, which was definitely not the case. At the question, she nodded, groaning in pain as the water washed off the lime juice on her body. Gritting her teeth, she did her best to stay calm.

He removed the blanket and helped her relax, "Do you need some water?"

The refrigerator which had his drinks too. "In case you are wondering, I don't give a fuck about you, I just promised Miss Jenkins and the water would help you with the sting. We will go down for a check-up once you are fully dressed and don't smell like lemons."

 She knew there was something not quite right when he said he didn't care about her. She could see that he somewhat did. At the last sentence, she just nodded. She didn't quite have the energy to talk just yet, nor did she feel like moving much. She did feel light-headed, but she wanted to stay conscious at least until she was back in her own bed.

Martin let her simmer down in the water for a couple of minutes. He walked towards his wardrobe and came back with a T-shirt and some shorts, he kept them on the slab and grabbed a towel.

Her eyes squeezed shut in the bath tub, she managed to push herself into the mode where she could ignore most pain. It was still there, just not as bad.

"Time's up" without warning he lifted her up and helped her sit on the slab. He examined her stomach which now had a more serious bruise. He gently caressed with his fingers, "Do you need a painkiller before we go down?"

With a short gasp when he lifted her, she winced as the pain went through her body again. When his fingers lightly touched the burn, she hissed and shuffled back slightly.