Bullet Shaped Heart

013.

                                         -Liliana-

Nick tossed me a pair of keys. "I'll take care of this. Don't let him die." He wasn't joking in the slightest bit.

"I don't intend to." I slid into the seat while Carson did the same.

"I just survived a fucking chase with the Russians with nothing but a graze from a bullet. Your driving better not kill us." He shut the door. Then he leaned his head back into the passenger seat.

"Are you forgetting who took out two of these Russians while you couldn't keep the car still? I'm also an excellent driver." I didn't take my eyes off the road. He angled his head to face me.

I turned to face him for a second. I stared into his eyes completely forgetting about the road.

The car swerved a little to the left making the tires screech. He lifted his injured hand up to sway the wheel.

"You were saying?" He said just above a whisper.

"Okay that one was on you. Shut up before I leave you to die on the side of the road." He scoffed lightly.

I wouldn't leave him to die on the side of the road. He helped me when I was drunk, so I owed him. He's also my best friend's brother, but she may forgive me so I don't know.

We made it to my apartment. I was walking up to the lobby waiting for him to follow me. His injury and blood loss made him too slow. I fought an internal battle to stop myself from helping him.

I walked back to him and let him lean into me. He was practically crushing me. I don't think he realizes this is a two person job.

He just stared at me in the elevator. I managed to look everywhere but his gaze.

I dragged him to the bathroom and motioned for him to sit on the counter. He scowled at me.

"I can stitch myself up, Liliana. No need for you to call a doctor."

I stared at him confused. He thought I would call him a doctor for that? I could probably have brain surgery while fixing a wound like that.

"You don't need a doctor I can do it." He looked genuinely petrified.

"You can stitch wounds?" Did he think I was invincible?

"Of course I can. I do it flawlessly too." My sudden burst if confidence didn't seem to reassure him one bit.

"Alright, Maybe you can call the doctor now." He was joking, but now I was adamant about proving to him my sewing skills. I'll sew his damn arm back together.

He slid his shirt off with one arm. Completely exposing his upper body. I've seen him shirtless before, but every time it was as if the intensity of his gorgeous muscles was erased from my memory.

I stood in between his parted legs to get a closer look at his shoulder. I could feel his hot breath against my neck.

Breathe.

I took a step back to grab some saline. I stood back in my original place and put it directly on the wound. He clenched his jaw.

I applied lidocaine to numb his shoulder and got to work. His hands latched onto my waist while I was stitching him. Almost making me mess up.

My breath hitched slightly and I prayed to god he didn't notice that. I was just surprised. That's it.

I looked at him in disbelief and he shrugged, "What? I have nowhere to put my hands." I continued my work. His grip tightened on my waist which moved me.