Under Control

Ch 48: Awake

Azrael pov:

"Where am I?" Everything hurt, my body, my head, all of it. Amilia held my hand tighter and smiled at me.

"The chopshop." She looked tired but relieved. I groaned as I sat up, wincing when I felt a stitch strain. 

"Easy, you shouldt be moving." She placed a hand on my chest to try and move me back down. I shook my head and continued to sit up.

"Lily, where's Lily? Is she alright?" I kept trying to get out but she firmly sat me down, not letting me move.

"You need to rest, you've only just woken up." She cupped my cheeks and tilted my head to look at her.

Sighing, I nodded my head and sat back on the bed. The room looked a little messy, some clothes and food wrapping on the side table.

"How long was I out for?" Worry gripped my heart. She smiled and sat beside me.

"Only a week."

"A WEEK!?" I shot up but she pulled me back down. My body screamed at me for the sudden movement.

"Sit, you're moving too much."

"I've been out for a week? Where are the others? What's been happening? How-" She cut me off by covering my mouth with her hand, a stern look on her face.

"You don't need to stress or worry so much, it's better if you stay relaxed and heal up. Everyone is fine, everything is calm, it's going to be fine." Nodding my head I let out a deep breath and felt the bandages stick to me uncomfortably.

"You're awake!" The door was kicked open to show my brother with Jeremy following him.

Jeremy and Amilia screamed when he almost jumped on me, squeezing me way too hard. I could feel my stitches close to popping as he hugged me. Jeremy pulled him off as Amilia looked me over, the noise attracted the nurses to us.

Jeremy had to pull a crying Damien out of the room as the nurses checked me. They did the regular routine along with testing my senses considering I was in a coma. They deemed me okay but was bed ridden till I was all healed up.

I hate having nothing to do…

Getting up against Amelia's wishes I moved to a connected bathroom to clean myself up. Coma breath is awful. Brushing my teeth at least 4 times I looked my face over in the mirror.

There was a nasty fresh scar running along the left side of my mouth. It started near my nose and ended on my chin. I really wished he would have stuck with my body, how am I supposed to explain this to my public image?

The door knocked and I let them in, it was Amilia. Her eyes widened when seeing my face, I hated the pity in her eyes. Turning away from her, I felt cool hands touching my warm cheek. She turned me back to her, brushing her thumb over my face.

She traced the scar lightly before leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. I couldn't help the smile that fell to my face, it only hurt because of the wound. She slowly removed the dirty bandages from me, helping me take them off carefully.

I felt a little self conscious because of the wounds, surely she would find me disgusting. The sound of a shower starting pulled my attention to her, she grabbed my hand and had me enter inside.

My eyes took in the beautiful sight of her stripping, showing off her stunning skin. She smiled and joined me, helping remove dried blood and scabs. She was careful around the stitches and even more on still healing wounds.