The Killer with A Blade

Chapter 12- Battling pt.2

Pain struck into me, and it feels like I broke my knee caps. I scream at the sudden pain rushing and the maid comes and helps me. "Mrs. Kills, oh dear lord! Mike! Mike! Come help!" She calls for the gardener and carries me on his arms. "Call Mr. Kills and inform him of this. Now!" He says. I fist his shirt on my hand as I try to hold in all the screams that are trying to escape from my mouth.

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CASSIAN'S POV

I finish my last set and suddenly hear a scream from the gardenyard.

Regina.

I put the weights down and ran quickly to the door. Mike and Kayla were walking in the kitchen and set Regina on the kitchentable. My eyes hurt just by seeing her struggle to move her leg. My heart burned with anger seeing her suffer like this: seeing her cry, and hold back all the screams.

"Sir! I'm sorry. She was bleeding and I told her I'd help her heal her wound but she wouldn't let me. She just walked off and fell to the ground." Kayla spoke with fear because she knew damn well that I needed her to take care of Regina.
"Mike get the car ready. Now!"

Kayla disobeyed the only rule that mattered: taking care of Regina 24/7. But I know how Regina is, she gets mad over the little care or help she recieves. I know it wasn't her fault, and I shouldn't blame it on her for this. Kayla must've felt scared to even take a step closer to her because Regina must've felt mad that she is weaker than a child in this state and could've taken her rage to the extreme. I must've been there.

Dammit. It's my fault. I should've taken care of her and not send someone else to do my job.

I held Regina on my arms and walked fast to the car outside. She grabbed my shirt and held her other hand close to her mouth to cover all the screams coming from her pain. "Let it out. It's better to let out the screams than holding it in," I said looking down at her. "J-just ah! S-shut up!" Is all she managed to say.

Shut up? She's annoyed.

"You should've listened to Kayla and gotten that wound taken care of, Regina." I was mad. I squeezed on her leg and arm and looked down with an angry look, but the anger was replaced with hurt. Every look I gave her, hurt me. It hurt me to see her in such excursiating pain.

Once I headed outside, Mike was ready to go with the car. "Ready, sir." I sat in the backseat, not letting go of Regina, and held her tighter in my arms. "Let's get going, Mike."

"I-" Regina said chuckling a little. "Blood. Ha. I-" she moaned out the last sentence out of her mouth and went unconscious. I shacked her a little and screamed at Mike to press on the gas. "Hurry the fuck up, Mike!"

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Regina's POV

Pain. Pain.
Everywhere.
I felt it deep in my bones.
The pain spreads all over, making me paralyzed on this bed.
I can't move. It hurts to move but it hurts more that I can't do a single thing.
I open my eyes to see Cassian sitting on the side of the bed, looking down at the floor.
"What are you looking at so intense?" I say, chuckling. The chuckles turn into coughs. Cassian stands up and holds my hand as I cough, but I let go immediately. I don't need his help. I don't want any of it.
"Looks like your up, Regina. How are are you feeling?" Says the doctor stepping inside. I exhale as I drop my head back. "Shitty as always, doc." I close my eyes and try to ignore this raging feeling that's approaching my heart.
The doctor laughs at my comment and checks on my injuries. "Funny as always. What happened to you, Regina?"
"Cut myself, got dizzy, and fell." I opened my eyes and slowly raised my head as I looked down at my knee.

Jeez. This is bad...

I couldn't stop staring at it. It looked so bueatifuly well destroyed, but so disgusting to feel. My knee looked fucked up.
The doctor touched my knee and made me feel even more pain. "OH! Don't touch it.!" I said, standing up right. "Well, it seems like you won't be able to walk for the rest of your life, Regina." The doctor headed to the door.

"What?! No way. Hold on!" I tried moving my other leg to walk towards her, but Cassian stopped me.

Fucking bitch.

"Tell me what happened if you want to walk again, Regina."

Fuck walking. I'll just kill myself. But I need these legs to run. I need them to live!

"I was touching a couple thorns and got a few cuts on my hand," I showed her my palms, "and I noticed the wounds wouldn't stop bleeding. They were bleeding more than-" I looked away and felt that sinking feeling again. Rage. Anger. Bottled up fire. Weak. Vulnerable.

"Usual?" Said, Cassian. I turned to face him and saw the same expression from earlier: pain and rage. Both a mixture of danger. But why would he feel any pain or rage?

Could he actually be hurting for seeing me this way?

I nodded at his response and looked at the doctor. "I walked away and refused to get them checked. I felt dizzy and fell to my knees."

The doctor kept on looking at me so intense as always like she needs to look at me real deep to concentrate on the cure to this.

What could she be thinking about?