My Dirty Sinner

Chapter 112: Strong stuff.

For AuthorEuryiaLarsen My writing Ninja. Thank you for all the inspiration and pushing I need to get in the flow. You rock.
For KatyJennings4 for asking when the next chapter will be up. Here you go.

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☆Soul☆

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

The sound infiltrates my mind, but It doesn't wake me.

"Soul… I was comin' ta check on -" I feel my shoulder bein' shaken, and I shoot up in bed. Where's Tiny?

"Tiny…" I ask straight away, lookin' down at the bed beside me, and I see that she ain't there! "TINY!" I shout in a panic as I stand and head for the bedroom door.

"Soul." Doc tries to gain my attention, but he can wait. I need to find -

"Bathroom." I hear a broken voice from the bathroom. I should 'ave checked there first, but my mind went with someone snatchin' her from right under my nose. I'm still freakin' out, thinkin' I'm gonna lose her again. It's a fear I don't think I'm gonna lose any time soon, and I ain't lettin' her outta my sight for a while either.

I burst into the bathroom and she's sittin' there takin' a piss, all battered and bruised, it makes me angry, but I sigh in relief havin' her in my sights. I shut the door so Doc can't see her, and look at her while I wait.

"Are you seriously gonna stand there and watch me? What if I was having a shit!?" Wow. I wasn't expectin' that foul language, but damn straight I'm stayin' in here. She could 'ave sickness and diarrhoea for all I care! In sickness and in health and all that shit, even if she ain't my wife yet, she will be.

"Yeah, I am. So if ya takin' a shit, I'll sit just 'ere." I tell her and lean against the sink with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Don't forget to plug your nose. I don't smell of roses, ya know." She says, and I wonder if she's still got the shit Doc give her, runnin' through her veins, because I was expectin' her to be a little more, sore and, well, how I'm fuckin' bein' with this fear that strikes me when she ain't in my line a sight.

"Are ya really 'avin' a shit?" I ask out of curiosity. I don't actually care if she is, but… She just sits there starin' at me, then bursts out laughin' and tells me no, but then she winces, meanin' the pain is comin' through the meds now. I'm Itchin' to go to her and help her, but I don't want her gettin' pissed off with me. She made a comment about her privacy when everyone was watchin' her for me, I don't wanna take it away with my over-the-top fear and protectiveness. She seems unfazed with me watchin' her wipe, and flush, then she's standin' next to me washin' her hands, and looking at everythin' up close, has the guilt hittin' me hard.

"Soul -" She starts.

"I'm so sorry, Baby." I interrupt, as I gently move her from beside me, to in between my legs just so I can touch her. "I let ya down. I should 'ave been 'ere ta protect -"

"You have nothing to be sorry for. So please don't do that to yourself. You were there when I really needed you."

"Tiny. I di'n't do anythin'! I got there 'n'... I thought I lost you… Then ya burst outta there 'n'..." I thought the worst. It’s an image that will haunt me for the rest of my life because I couldn't prevent it. She leans against me wrappin' her arms around me and with a sigh, I hold her gently and kiss her head. "Doc's waitin' ta check ya over." I finish.

"Ok. I want some more of that drug stuff, I can still feel the pain, but I feel high too. Plus I'm still really tired." She sighs. I knew she was reactin' to the drugs, but I don't like her in any pain, so I walk her out to our bed and sit with her, constantly touchin' her, and I grumble to Doc that he 'as my permission to see her naked, which makes her laugh. Doc checks everythin' seemin' satisfied, then he gives her another shot of 'happy juice' as she calls it, for the pain.