Loving You With Blood

Chapter 10

~ All strength comes from bandaged pain ~

E L L O R A

I groan as I stir on the comfortable surface. Everything is sore, but the thing that makes me open my eyes is a deep snore.

Bitch what...

I lean up on my weak arms as I look in the sleep interrupters direction. Something in me melts as I see a tired Leonardo on the couch, a jacket draped over him.

His dark circles are noticeable as well as the new grown beard and mustache. His hair is as well grown, more than before. You can probably style a man bun.

"Leonardo," my voice croaks. I lean up more, tear off the tubes, then slowly throw my legs off the bed. I do a silent groan as a deep temptation tempts me to lay back down and sleep.

"Oh my god," I cry as I try to stand up. I collapse to the floor, knocking things down on my side.

"What the fuck," Leonardo whispers before his eyes meet mine. "Ellora," he murmurs, before snapping out of his trance and rushing to me. "Why would you get up?" He asks, brushing my hair away and gently lifting me up.

I am hating the babying. Stop before I throw something at you.

He puts my back on the bed as he looks over me. "You've been out for a 2 weeks," he informs me.

I give him a gentle nod in acknowledgment. He sighs as he looks at me, his eyes going down all the bruises on my arm.

"Can I have a long sleeve shirt please?" I ask with my dry voice. His eyes snap to mine and he nods. "Sorry," he mumbles, as he proceeds to give me a long sleeve button down shirt.

He hands it to me and I slip off my old shirt and allow the new one to slip through my arms. As I try to button the first button, my finger fumbles. Since when were my fingers weak as fuck, like do I need some miniature dumbbells?

Leonardo clears his throat, "I'll do it."

I look up but let my fingers drop. He kneels down to the floor as his fingers reach to the first button.

He slowly makes his way up and on the last button, his finger brushes my chin. I look him in the eye as he focuses on the task before him. "You haven't been sleeping well," I blurt as he finishes my last button.

He snorts, "How could I when you were gone, taken, and not in my sight."

"I wasn't taken, I gave myself over to protect you guys," I argue. "No, you were taken, you didn't want to go, and I didn't want you to leave.

When you put it like that....

"How's the baby doing?" I ask, changing the subject. A small smile finds its way to Leonardo's face, "Everything is healthy, we'll know the gender soon."

The smile soon fades off and a blank expression replaces it. "Ellora, I'm really sorry about it taking a long time to find you, I just- I don't know," Leonardo whispers, his hands covering both of mine.

He has his lips pressed against his hands, debating something within him. "I'll get you something to eat," he mumbles, getting up.