Julia Lelieveld and the battle with the underworld

~16~

I woke up in Renzo's dark bedroom. I automatically checked the clock and saw that it was 4:30 in the morning. I moved slowly. I could immediately feel that my wounds were healing. The pain was already less, so the medicine had done its job, even though I was so skeptical about it. I tried to feel the fifth element and it came up without difficulty. Fortunately, the medicine hadn't affected it.

As stupid as it is, but I really had to pee. I tried to get up. Slowly I raised my head and leaned on my forearms and followed with my upper body, I immediately felt the wound in my side pulling painfully. I pressed it with my hand, hoping that it would hold everything in place and hurt less. Once upright, I breathed in and out a few times and let the blood flow to my head for a moment, because I was quite dizzy.

With my teeth gritted I moved my legs, the wound on my leg was deeper and bigger, I felt it immediately. This one still hurts quite a bit. I automatically gasped and started to feel nauseous. Shit, that felt terrible. With great difficulty I came to the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor. Everything felt unstable. I sat like that for a while, trying to get used to the pain.

I got up from the bed as gently as possible, I didn't want to wake Renzo. I thought he was sleeping on the couch because he wasn't here.

Fortunately the bathroom was not far. With a few painful and slow steps I stood at the door. I immediately grabbed hold of the door handle for support and closed the door softly behind me.

I clicked on the light and immediately saw myself in the mirror of the small bathroom. I was shocked. I looked bad. White and pale with black circles under my eyes. I had streaks of blood on my face and my shirt was mostly saturated with blood.

The nausea intensified at this sight. Painfully I took off my shirt. Immediately I saw the bandage, it was already soaked with blood. I automatically looked at my leg, where the bandage also saw red. It covered almost half of my left thigh. I grabbed a washcloth and let the tap run until it was warm, how good that felt. I washed the dried blood from my hands and face. Carefully I did the same around the bandage on my side and leg. Fortunately that looked a bit better.

I put on a Renzo blouse that hung on the door hook. That felt better, clean clothes.

After I peed I went back to the bedroom. I turned off the light and opened the door gently. And as I turned to the bed I saw Renzo sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked at me lovingly, his hair tousled from sleep. He got up and grabbed me. Glad I had support, he helped me back to bed.

"How are you?" And he looked at me inquiringly.

"Better, the pain seems less," I said in earnest.

He nodded in satisfaction. "Come on, I'll take a look at your wounds. I think your bandages need to be changed."

"They're pretty saturated," I said affirmatively.

"I thought so."

He clicked on the main light and picked up the first aid kit.

Reluctantly, I lay down. Afraid of the pain, last night it hurt quite a bit, it's that I was allowed to squeeze Lucas' hands to get my attention away from the pain, but now I couldn't.

Probably Renzo could read my gaze. "I try to do it as gently as possible." I nodded in response.

He slowly unbuttoned the shirt and removed the bandage from my side. I immediately felt the stitches pulling. I gasped again. Shit, it still hurts a lot.

"Sorry," Renzo said sadly.

I shook my head. "You can't help it, go on, it has to be done." And with those words he cleaned the wound well. When he patted it dry with a piece of gauze, I looked up. It was weird to watch. As if it wasn't me. The wound was at the height of my navel on the side of my abdomen. I think it was about 4 inches. The black stitches held my skin together. I saw that scabs had already formed, gosh, so fast?