❗️Mature❗️ The weight of his fingers inside the wet mess in my core made me lose control, I didn't even know my body could do things like that.
He went faster, and faster and faster. Until I was practically moaning his name, and the look in his eyes...
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P.O.V Angelina
I was currently sitting on the floor, at the side of his bed. My hands covering my ears desperately trying to block out all the sounds of guns and shouting.
Yes, I was crying, and I don't feel embarrassed about it.
Tears stream down my face, as every creak and shuffle sends chills down my spine, and I can't help but cry more. I feel vulnerable and scared, but I also hold onto a glimmer of hope that Nicolas will come back, that everyone is fine.
The sound of knocking on the door made my heart stop, and that's when I realized all the noise had stopped.
Getting up from the floor, I waited until I heard another knock, but I didn't open the door.
I stared at the door waiting for something to be said.
"Angelina." I heard Nicolas voice say from outside, and I immediately felt relieved.
Wiping my tears I opened the door, and when I did he walked into the room and closed to the door behind him.
I watched him as he went over to sit on the bed, holding his arm.
That's when I noticed. He was bleeding.
"Nicolas."
He looked up from his wound.
"I'm fine." He said weakly.
I walked over to him, "Are you sure?"
I didn't know what to do in this situation, I wasn't even sure how to treat a gunshot wound although I did medical in school, but I switched to business, so I didn't know much.
The only thing I was sure about was that he wasn't fine.
"I'm. Fine." He said slowly.
"Okay." I said before walking to his bathroom.
Nicolas could say he was 'fine' all he wanted but I'm not having it. If I had a gunshot wound I wouldn't even be conscious right now.
Looking through his cabinets I finally found want I was looking for, a First Aid Kit.
I hadn't used one of these in a while but that's alright.
After a while of trying to sort out what I had to use, I walked out the bathroom with each item in hand.
Resting all the items on the bed, I rolled up his sleeve.
"Svetlyak I said I'm fine." He groaned when I sat on top of him.
Having him move when I clearly don't know what I'm doing is bad, so I placed on legs on either side of him so he doesn't move... as much.
Pouring the saline on a cotton pad I replied, "Shut up."
