Inna's pov
Sunlight kisses my lips and my hair; it even plays upon what I was wearing, alighting softly upon my skin. It gives my eyes just the right glimmer as I drop them to my bare feet, I stand up and walk to my room towards Sin's after I change my clothes into shorts and a green cardigan.
Sun streamed in through an opening in the thick curtains over Sin's bedroom's large windows too. I squinted at the light, rubbed my nose, and looked around the foreign room. He was still asleep surrounded by his sheets leaving me wanting to see what was underneath the covers, but I couldn't wait for him to wake up, change his bandages, and go back to my room again.
Sighing, I walked to his big window and stared outside.
Snow rested upon the world, covering it in perfect white. It was the Time of Christmas, the most wonderful time of year, filled with cheer and joy when you are surrounded by love and cared for by the most wonderful people around.
It was supposed to be one of my happiest days. However, things don't go the way people wish.
I was a lonely motherfucker.
Loneliness had become a rat regular company of mine. Maybe I was, or maybe it was another lie that sounded better than any kind of truth I could accept. Jake and Mikhail spent the night searching for any update, along with Olga and Rose, who were sent for information under Mikhail's orders.
I was left alone, neither of them included me in the search as if I wasn't one of them, well I wasn't. But I was considered one at the party. Now, I was standing at the window of his bedroom waiting for him to wake up just to change his bandages.
A groan made me look at the place where Sin was laid, "You woke up?"
"As you can see" was his brief answer.
"Let's change your bandage," Sin nodded his head lazily. He was still under the effects of the sedatives he was given yesterday.
When I cut away his clothes, the scars on his skin looked at me with encouraging faces, especially the scar that scrapped his back, it was the bigger one on his body, his scars who talked to me and whispered for me to kiss them.
His scars were calling for my lips to kiss them.
When he opened slightly his eyes again, he found himself shirtless, wondering with his eyes to find me looking for something in the medical bag with my bloody hands.
"Jake said that you will need your bandages changed often, and sutures need to be removed in ten days," I said as I changed his bandages, "I am going to check on you after some time," just before he closed his eyes again, but this time it was like he fainted fast into a coma. Retrieving on my way, I checked his temperature. It was high, higher than normal. He was burning.
It must be the infection of the bullet wound.
And I don't fucking know what to do. I never had someone to take care of me, who can I take care of someone?
Stupid.
I ran downstairs.
I jogged out of the room calling Mikhail's name but got no response from him but from Jake. "What are you yelling about?" Jake voiced in the alleyway, "Sin has a fever, he's burning. "
In the meantime, they both didn't knock and I didn't waste another second before opening the door with Jake who cursed when he found the bed empty of any human body, "fuck, he is in the bathroom" my hand hovered over the knob and I went to knock with my hand when he coughed again, this time gagging as he did so.
