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54 - Hospital Run

VALENTINA'S POV

"You love me?"

What?

It felt as if my heart stopped as I turned around rapidly and see his eyes were open and sitting up as if he wasn't in pain.

I stare in surprise, not knowing what to do or say, but soon enough, I was all over him, my arms wrapped around his neck tightly.

I tried to control my relief at him being awake, but it only came out in tears. I felt his arm snake around my waist and pull me closer, so when I tried to pull away, I realised I was trapped by his force. I laugh to myself, and he rests his face on my shoulder and I could feel him smile against me.

We hugged in silence and in the moment of happiness, I felt a spike of guilt in my consciousness. My hands uncurled and I pulled away from his arms once they loosened, making him grunt as I faced my back to him and hung my head low.

"I'm sorry. If I had just listened to you then none of this would've happened and-" I got cut off by a rough hand grabbing my chin and pushing my head up. Tears trailed my eyeline yet again as I was forced to look into his eyes.

His face was blank. I was about to get up to move away until Francis sat up further and gripped my hips harshly and pulled me on top of him. I let out a small gasp as I collapsed on his chest making my face inches from his as I looked up.

"Angel." he snapped. His voice was deep, sounding more serious than I had ever heard him. "Never blame yourself for what happened. I should never have been so naive when Sienna approached me," he said more softly and leaned over to kiss my forehead and my temples.

He slowly trailed down my face until his lips were brushing against mine. His breath pushed again them and when I looked into his eyes, I could see love coating them. "God, I missed you so much," he said breathlessly as he finally leaned against me and kissed me passionately.

I leaned onto him and a breathy hum left my mouth as his hands trail up my spine until he reached my pressure point and pressed it harshly, making my back arch and break contact with him as the wings curled out of me. Francis turns me to have my back facing him and moves to press it against his hard chest. I groan lightly making my wings fall to my side, allowing Francis to press closer to me and kiss me. His lips move from my neck, biting and sucking, and trail down my shoulder, pushing off some of the shirts I had on to go further.

I try to take my mind off of what he was doing before it goes blank and I turn my head to the side and see that he's already staring at me and my cheeks flush as he continues to trail my shoulder with marks.

My eyes wander to Francis's wings and see the loose bandage draped over a dull mark of a bullet wound, but it was already healed and already had small feathers sprouting out of the bare skin. I pull out of his grasp strongly, so suddenly he doesn't have time to pull me back. I get out of the bed and stand by his right wing.

Looking at it closely, it seemed more tender and was slightly red and swollen with stitches that were overdue to be taken out., I reached out to touch it, but he pulls away before I could, making me frown.

"Are you sure you're recovered?" I ask softly, checking the rest of his wounds he's silent before I start to walk away from him, and he jumps out of bed to get to trap me in his arms before I can go anywhere.

"I'm just going to get a first aid kit, Francis." I laugh and his mood seemed to lighten but his grasp doesn't retract so I have to make do.

Just as I finished taking his stitches out and was about to lay Francis back down, there was a crash at the end of the hallway outside the door. I could hear the security outside of the door yelling at someone or multiple people to 'get them' but it was soon followed by the sound of a bloodcurdling scream mixed with a gunshot.