Not without him

5.

Damien's POV
Why'd she get in the way? Does she not care about her life or what? I decided to ask her about it later. I sat by the bed and helped her sit up, she looked at me as if seeing me for the first time, ever. Her lips formed a perfect O, she must have been shocked to see my outfit. I genuinely hate dressing like this, suits are more my style but I guess there's a first time for everything.

"How are you feeling?" I asked as I took the burger I bought and placed it in her hands, "I'm fine, just a bit lightheaded" she said as she tried to lift her left leg. "Don't do that or else you'll loosen the stitches" I said as I gently pushed back on the affected area.

"Okay. Um. Thanks for bringing me food though" She said as she raised the still-packaged burger in her hand. She reluctantly opened it and she was about to take a bite but she looked at me and stopped, "You want a bite?" I shook my head and took out my phone to text my therapist that I'd be coming late today.

I decided to keep my attention on my phone and not on her because the way she ate her food made it obvious that she was shy about eating in front of me, that's a bit cute I think. I went through my phone looking for something to do while she ate.

Cleopatra POV
When I woke up, Damien was entering my ward. Talk about perfect timing, I couldn't wait to get out of the hospital.

I hated hospitals, the smell of disinfectants, and all filled the air. I admit I was a bit nervous to eat in front of him because well.. I'm a sloppy eater and what if this changes his decision about my job? Okay breathe, I'm overthinking it. Just bite and chew slowly.

Once I took the first bite, I threw a glance in his direction. He was focused on his phone, good. Now I didn't have to feel so nervous, my meal continued in silence, and the only sound heard was the ticking of the clock.

When I was done, he excused himself and went out to make a call and I was left alone in the ward again. I hated hospitals a lot! I hated it because it reminded me of something I failed to receive, death. If things had gone like they were supposed to, I was supposed to be history since about four years ago.

But it seemed like destiny wasn't done with me just yet. I dismissed the flashback that was coming to my mind because it would make me break down and I wasn't ready to do that, not here anyway.

I waited for a while for Damien or the doctor to show up, I was bored. As if on cue, Damien walked into my ward with bags in his hands while the doctor walked in after him. Both of them stared at me with unreadable expressions, the silence that seemed to stretch on until the doctor cleared his throat.

"Ms. Cleopatra, you're free to be discharged but you'll have to use a wheelchair for a few days to not put pressure on your leg. If you do, that could cause the stitches to loosen up and get infected" he said as he adjusted his glasses for like the fifth time since he stepped into the ward.

He went over to where the drips were and removed the needle from my hand. After that, he handed Damien some documents to sign and after they had been signed, he waved and left.

"Cleopatra, um quick question. Can I call you Cleo?" Damien asked as I breathlessly nodded, it felt like an eternity since he called my name but it was just this morning.

"I'm calling you that because it's shorter and your name is long" He clarified as he handed me one of the bags in his hand. "These are-" I said as he cut me off, "New clothes? Yh, I bought them because your old ones are bloody and pretty much unpresentable," he said as he leaned against the wall. "Thank you," I said as I brought what was in the bag out.

It was a red romper along with black sneakers. I was about to jump off the bed to try them on when I felt someone's strong grip on my waist. I was startled but I relaxed a little once I remembered it was him, we were the only ones in the room. Duh.

"You can't move, your stitches," he said behind me, "oh, I forgot" I muttered embarrassed of the position we were in. "Um but how am I supposed to change if I can't stand up? What you brought isn't exactly a gown I can just wear over my head" I stated simply as I turned my head to face him.

"Well I could help you change Cleo, after all, I'm here," he said as he looked at me, his face didn't hold any form of him having ulterior motives. So I nodded, he slowly untied the rope of the hospital robe and it came off.

It was then that I released I fucked up. My hands quickly went to cover my bare breasts, the nurse removed my underwear before they gassed me and stitched me up. "Um, I'm sorry I forgot to mention I'm naked underneath," I said as I hung my head low in shame. Not only was this awkward as fuck but I'm sure he was thinking I'm trying to seduce him or something. Ugh, why didn't I remember?

"It's fine, I apologize for seeing that," Damien said as he blinked in a flustered manner, he pulled me closer to the edge of the bed where he stood. "Are you also nude down there?" He asked and I nodded.

"Okay, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable so I'll just close my eyes. Just tell me when it's covering that place so that I can pull it up" he said as he closed his eyes, with my directions he was able to help me pull it up my legs.

"You can open your eyes now," I said as I looked at him, he lifted me gently being mindful of the stitches, and slowly pulled it until it got to my chest area and he let go while I put my hands through the holes.

"Thank you," I said as I blushed a bit, "you're welcome," he said. "Cleo, I'm going to take you home. Do you stay with anyone that can take care of you with your injury?" He asked as I shook my head, "I live alone" I added.

"Well, I can't let you go home, you're coming home with me," He said suddenly as I looked at him wide-eyed, "I'm going to your house?" I asked to make sure I heard properly.

"Yh. Got a problem with that?" He asked as he scooped me in his hands, I know he did that because I shouldn't walk around but the gesture made my breath hitch in my throat. Replying to his earlier question I shook my head.

"Good," he said as he balanced me in his arms to pick up the other bag that I didn't know what was in it yet. Carrying me in his arms, we made our way to the car.

He sat me in the car before climbing in. "Jameson, take us home," he said as he set the bag in the passenger seat and shut the door. Jameson nodded and drove us to Damien's house.

His house... Can I even call it a house? His mansion was massive, the huge steel gates gave way once Jameson honked. He drove us to the front door,  the huge porcelain fountain, the uniform maids and butlers that lined up in twos as the car parked completed the scenery. I felt like I had stepped into a page of "Rich houses daily" magazine.

Damien stepped out of the car first and held the bag he had in his hand. Bringing out some of the contents, I saw a bright pink teddy bear that glowed, "This is for Aby. I heard you say in the morning that the teddy you bought her got lost" Damien said as he gave an old grey-haired man the bear, "Thank you sir" The old man nodded as he cleaned his teary eyes with his gloved hands.

Damien came back into the car and scooped me up, using his leg to shut the car door. We went into the house, his house shone from top to bottom. If this was a video I would have thought it was a filter but no it wasn't.

His home was decorated differently from his office. Gold lined the sofa, the rug, and the stair canisters. I wasn't shocked because well he's rich so it's not a surprise.

I rubbed my eyes.