Our warm bubble

Chapter 3

Kim's pov:

I sighed deeply as I opened the door and went into the safehouse.

I had a week straight out of hell. Absolutely jam packed schedule with events back to back.

I finally got time to breathe today and am going to have the next two days off to rest.

Vegas and I texted here and there, checking in, but I had no time to do anything more than that.

I stopped after going into the living room when I saw him.

He was sprawled on the couch, head turned away from me. There was a sheen of sweat covering his skin and he looked paler than usual. His breathing was also heavy and laboured and his body was trembling.

I quickly put my bag aside before going to the couch. "Vegas?"

I finally saw his face when I climbed onto the couch next to him.

It was contorted in pain and I could see tear trails on his cheeks as well.

He's been crying. Fuck.

I haven't ever seen him cry.

It must be really bad.

Who the fuck did he heal?

I gently turned his head to face me and spoke in a soft voice. "Vegas, can you hear me?"

He slowly opened his eyes and a fresh tears fell down his cheeks.

I automatically wiped them with my thumbs as he slowly looked at me.

"Kim..." He mumbled in a barely audible voice.

"Mhm. Who and what kind of wounds did you heal?" I asked.

"Porsche... Shielded Kinn in a shoot out... 10 bullet wounds... On his back..." He answered softly.

I gritted my teeth. "Do they know?"

He hummed. "Couldn't do it discreetly... No time... To wait... For help..."

Fucking hell.

"How did they react?" I combed back his sweaty hair and wiped his face gently with my sleeve.

"Said I was selfish... For hiding it..." He chuckled.

Of course.

Wouldn't have expected anything else from them.

Fucking ungrateful shits.

"For now, let's get you to bed. Can you-" I Was about to ask if he could get up but stopped when he moved to bury his face into the crook of my neck.

I sat there frozen for a few seconds as I felt my neck getting wet and his body shaking more.

"I can't... Heal them..." He mumbled against my skin.

I blinked quickly and looked at him, about to ask what he was talking about when I saw it.

Blood.

Soaking the couch where he had been laying.

I immediately turned him more and held him with one arm while checking the wound.

My eyes widened when I saw 3 open bullet wounds on his back.

Shit!

"Vegas. Vegas, look at me." I pushed his head back so I could see his face.

"Too much... Pain... Can't heal..." More tears escaped his eyes.

Dammit.

I looked around. "Do you have a stitching kit or something?"

He hummed. "Tv cabinet... Left 2nd drawer..."