The Henchmen's Officer [ M/M]

07 - Chapter Seven - Sasha Dean's Point Of View.

I crawled into the bed and pulled the blankets over me. Sleep came on fast and I was drifting off as soon as I closed my eyes and my head touched the pillow.

The sound of my name being called, woke me up. But it wasn't the name-calling that really slammed me awake, it was the solid pain. Completely unmedicated. I honestly thought I might cry from the pain. I took a few of the different pain pills I had in the bedroom that I could take together and waited for the pills to kick in.

Ryer was on the other side of the door still speaking my name.

"Sasha, don't ignore me. We need to talk now." His tone of voice suggested he was annoyed with me still.

Finally, feeling able to speak without crying out, I told him to go the hell away. He didn't respond well to that. He threw the door open then, his face held irritation until he noticed I was in pain and my teeth were clenched slightly. I didn't mean to be nasty to him this time; I was just in a massive amount of pain.

"Sasha are you—-"

"Go away. Please."

"Sasha."

"I don't need your help. Go nurse your hangover and let me sleep, please." I said softly my voice just slightly above a whisper. I was in pain and I just wanted to sleep.

"Sasha, we still need to talk."

"Ryer. Later. Please,"

He stepped out of the room and closed the door. I heard him walking around for a bit before I fell back asleep. It took the pain pills kicking in; me getting comfortable and warm again and trying my hardest to relax for me to actually fall asleep.

Again, I woke up to Ryer calling my name, this time it was for dinner. I checked my watch as I groaned in frustration. It was five at night. I was still tired.

"I've made dinner, please get up and eat something."

"Fine."

I heard his footsteps leaving the door and drug myself out of the bed and stood up. It took me a moment to get my legs to move the way I wanted, but I made my way out to the kitchen. He had all kinds of things cooked and laid out on the table.

"Sit down and help yourself."

"Right."

I sat down in the kitchen chair and slowly put a few things on my plate. I really wasn't hungry because I had only just woken up, but I picked at the food, regardless. Ryer caught me off guard by speaking to me.

"What did Alexi and you do yesterday?"

"We drove around and talked."

"Right, that sounds... pleasant."

"It helped me think about things, What did you do yesterday?"

"Worked."

"Hm. Yes, I figured that."

I chewed the chuck of meat slowly, waiting for him to respond, but he was also chewing. I swallowed what was in my mouth before deciding this was the point of which I needed to apologise to him.

"Ryer, I'm sorry for my behaviour, since I got back from the hospital."

He nodded, still chewing. He sipped his water after he swallowed before he spoke again.

"I also have some things to apologise for. So, I'm sorry about everything."

I nodded. Picking away at the food again. Ryer pushed a different plate closer to me, it held some thin noodles in a thick dark sauce with broccoli.