Broken

Chapter 2

THIS IS THE SECOND CHAPTER. IT WAS UPLOADED FIRST BY ACCIDENT.

MY DEEPEST APOLOGIES FOR THE CONFUSION.

Riza had jumped out of her drug induced slumber, screaming and breathing heavily.

Not just because her wound decided to rip itself away from the stitches embedded into her skin, but also from her recurring nightmare. Nicholas came bursting through the door upon hearing the dreaded shout from Riza's room.

"Rizano! Are you alright?!" He yelled worriedly, running over to her side.

Her white hair cascaded over we flushed cheeks as Riza's gaze trailed over to the tall male beside her. His expression grimaced into a mixture of hurt and concern. Nicholas placed a hand on her cheek, tucking some of her hair behind her pierced ear.

"Did you have a nightmare? That scream...it was hard to listen to." He questioned calmly, slipping his free hand into hers, intertwining her fingers with his.

Feeling his soft palm against her hand instantly calmed her disturbed mind.

Nicholas always had that effect upon her. He was the only one who could break through the tough shell that surrounded Riza, but even so, she was too afraid to let her guard down.

"No. No I-I'm just fine. It's nothing to worry about." She mumbled in response, pulling her hand away from his. The wound opened up more, staining the bandage a deep crimson red.

"Yeah your flashing wound isn't anything to worry about..." He retorted sarcastically. Riza let out a scoff, moving herself away from him completely. A part of her wanted Nicholas...bad, whilst the other wanted to send a bullet deep into his heart.

Scooting herself slowly off the full bed, the female albino managed to make gentle contact with the cold, hard tiled floor. Shivers ran up her spine as both her feet stood upon ground. Her body swayed once more as Riza tried to maintain balance. The pain emitting from her wound caused her joints to buckle under pressure. Before she could fall, Nicholas swiftly as carefully caught her in his arms, fearing his touch might injure her further.

Utter silence filled the room and the two looked awkwardly at each other. As much as Riza wanted to force herself out of his gentle grip, her decrepit had forbidden any form of movement. All she could do was rest.

"Looks like its opened again. Silvers didn't do such a good job. Her stitching's always perfect..." Nicholas remarked, gripping Riza's hand as he helped we back to the bed.

"No shit Sherlock..." She growled looking at him.

Even when she laid down, Nicholas refused to release her hand. Riza wanted to drop kick him so bad, but deep down, she really enjoyed his touch. It always reassured her that someone would stay by her side.

"Y-you always do this at the w-wrongest of times Nicholas." She mumbled as a heavy blush decorate her pale cheeks. Her gaze averted away from the raven haired male. He was sure tease her if he caught sigh of her face. Riza attempted to sit up again, feeling the pain leave for a moment., but success left her reach a she went crashing down into her pillows groaning in agony.

"L-let me see it Rizano..." Nicholas said worriedly, lightening the grip upon her hand.

"N-no! I can handle it on my own!" She screamed pulling herself away once again. Blood began to seep into the bandage as Riza's arms wrapped itself around her torso in an attempt to stop the sudden bleeding. Nicholas gently brushed a hand over her arm to see how she'd react, and to his surprise, she didn't flinch away for the first time. Without hesitation, the raven haired man scooped up the bleeding girl into his arms. As much as she wanted to hit him right then and there, she could do nothing about it in her current state.

"I'll stitch you up properly don't worry~" he whispered, leading himself out of Riza's room. The tall man cradled the cradled the injured female with much tender care as he trekked the semi narrow hallway. With every small squeeze, Riza felt safer and safer in his embrace, a rare thing to experience in times like these. Nicholas focused on the path before him. His icy blue orbs scanned the concrete walls for a familiar door.

"Damn. I swore I passed her office on the way here." He muttered.

After a few, frustration filled minutes, Nicholas found himself in front of a marble door. The engraved Greek lettering translated to 'The Infirmary'.