✓ | REBIRTH OF THE REBEL [Book One]

CHAPTER 14

[ C H A P T E R 14 ]

LATISHA VALENTINE

Mas namumuno ang pag-aalala sa aking utak kaysa pagtuunan ng pansin kung bakit hindi ako nagiging bayolente habang nakatingin sa sugat ng Duke sa kanyang likod. It's a long slice of a sword, although it's not that deep— more like a gaze— but it's still bleeding. I can even see Erwan in my peripheral vision getting scared of what unexpected thing that could happen next. He was staring at me with a pale face and his almost trembling lips.

"Gusto mo bang magpatingin sa doktor, Erwan? Baka kailangan mo ng blood transfusion dahil namumutla ka na," saad ko kahit hindi naman ako nakatingin sa kanya. Tinatahi ko ngayon ang sugat ng asawa ko at alam ko din ang dahilan kung bakit hindi pinaalis ni Roshan ang Butler sa kwarto.

"I am fine, your grace." Even his voice sounded forced and distorted. Napangisi na lang ako at hindi na nagsalita muli. Kahit gusto ko din sanang asarin siya sa itsura niya, tumahimik na ako.

I am also battling with my mind about how intense this situation is. Roshan is half naked infront of me, and I am facing his back. Napakagat labi na lamang ako dahil hindi ko mapigilan tumingin sa ilang mga sugat nito na matagal ng naghilom subalit may naiwan pa ring bakas.

They were mostly sword scars and wounds from an arrow. Nagpapapasalamat na lamang ako dahil hinayaan niya akong gawin 'to. I don't know how to tend wounds but I know a lot about embroidery. Isn't it the same?

I used a small scissor to cut the thread. Nang maibaba ko ang mga hawak ko ay mahina kong tinapik ang balikat niya. I mastered my confidence inside my head and spoke like I am not affected at all. "Turn around, I need to clean that cut on your head. It may be small, but it could lead to infection if left untreated."

Instead of facing me, Roshan stood and wore the thin sleeved shirt. After fixing his clothes without a hassle at moving his shoulder, he looked at me. And again, those pair of amber eyes are always dead but the amount of aura it brings is domineering. He said, "your service is done, now leave."

I know I felt hurt when he said that, but I remained my expression static. His dead eyes and dull voice seems like an asset that makes him imperious. But I know behind those strong and fearless facade, lies a broken soul and a little boy who was imprisoned with darkness.

I stood up and left, not giving any words to the both of them. Kahit hindi ko pinapakita na nasasaktan ako, ramdam na ramdam ko naman ang sakit. I can't breathe in that room, and if I stay longer, I might blurt out everything I hate about him. He doesn't even listen, and I might end up putting myself into the box of guilt for arguing with him again. That's why I choose silence.

Napatigil lamang ako ng makarating ako sa living room. I stared at my hands with a stain of his blood. An unfamiliar feeling flowed through me, and I don't understand why. I am not reacting with his blood, and I felt like that somehow assures me.

"AHHHH!"

Napako ang tingin ko sa isang kamarera ng bigla siyang sumigaw. Kasunod ng kanyang pagsigaw ang pagkahulog ng dala niyang tray at agad umalingawngaw sa sala ang mga nabasag na mga baso na siyang laman no'n.

"I am sorry, your grace!" she panicky said.

"I know I looked like a mess, so don't say sorry," I said. I scanned myself and indeed I am a mess. I have blood on my hands, my beautiful satin dress is stained with both water and blood when I was cleaning Roshan's wound. Isali pa na malagkit ang balat ko dahil sa pawis na namumuo sa akin tuwing ako'y kinakabahan.