Broken

Chapter: Nine

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The stench of disinfectants, and bleach hit my sense of smell strongly. It was over powering. . .everything was really, if I'm being honest.

I could practically feel the light penetrating through my eyelids, burning my sensitive retinas. The beeping sound that irritates me to death, didn't help either. "I really don't know how. . .I just can't explain it. How can I love you, I'm not suppose to love someone. It's dangerous for them, it's dangerous for you."

I crack and eye open, and then next the other. Who's talking to me, who loves me. No one should be capable of loving me, I'm responsible for killing them. I don't deserve love, it's overrated. "T-the real question I-is. . ." I cough, the sound harsh and dry.

", why d-do you l-love someone like me?" The sound of someone intaking a deep breath of air, pierces my hearing. Then there is the slight feeling of a trembling hand being placed over mind.

The texture so different, against my smooth skin.

"Ryder are. . .fuck." It's a he, who ever this person is. "Hold on, I'm going to go and dim the lights." He rushes out, and I hear his foot steps make quick work of doing what he said he'd do.

The lights dim tremendously, almost to the point of blissful darkness. "Here, sit up." My eyes open and come into direct contact with Nicholas'. His dark blue peepers, keeping me captivated.

I just stare at his face full of stubble, he looked so handsome. His tan skin complimenting the frown he was sporting at this exact moment.

"Sip." He commands in his deep accented voice, and I follow his instructions. The water that he picks up off of the counter is cold and bitter sweet, to my tongue and throat.

I sip, and sip until I can't sip anymore. "Finished?" He asks and I nod, pushing the bend-y straw away from my dry and cracked lips.

His hands moves away from me as he sets it down beside his chair, before grabbing my bandaged hand again. "How are you feeling?" I look at his eyes, they shine with happiness and relief.

I feel none of that though. I feel nothing. . .almost empty, so empty that it hurts. I'm sad, that's all that I can feel. "Why?" I ask and he tilts his head in confusion. He truly has no idea what I'm talking about. His main focus is on me being awake, me being alive.

"W-why am I still here? Why aren't I dead Nicholas?" His mouth opens and closes but no answer comes out. His face showing that he was lost for words, that he didn't know what to say. "I found you just in time." Is his answer.

"Why did you save me? I wanted to die. . .I don't want to be here Nicky." I grit out, as tears begin to roll down my face. "I did w-what I did for a reason, it wasn't just some out of the blue idea Nicholas." I sniffle back snot as it runs out of my nose.

"I'll go get the doctor." He growls out, his tone boarding on slight anger. "No! You have no right to be angry at me! Don't just walk away from me, I can't walk right now!" I yell, the action making my chest hurt.

"What the fuck do you want me to say?" He yells back, the action scaring me slightly. "I've waited by your bedside this whole time! For six fucking weeks Ryder, six fucking weeks, and you ask me that!"

He runs a hand through his wild dark curls, his beautiful face scrunching up into a nasty sneer.

"I saved you because I love you! As hard as it is to believe, I actually love you. I know, how do I love you if I don't know you? To be honest I have no idea, I'll be back." He finishes, his handsome rugged face taking on a defeated look.