Italia

5.

For some reason, I felt like crawling into a hole. The need to hide myself was so raw that I pressed my lips together tightly. It's not about my embarrassment because there was nothing for me to be self-conscious about...or was there?

Maybe it was because of my sour scent and the fact that this doctor's gloved hands was currently, motioning around the surface of my dirty body as he cleaned the gunshot wound that was situated into the back of my leg. I turned my cheek to the side as I open one of my eyes to watched him whilst I laid flat on my stomach.

He was crouching behind me, a wince passing through my lips as he wrapped a bandage around my leg to complete the final touches of the dressing.

The silence since I've came into his medical room was so tight that it tightens around my lungs and for the first time in months, I felt......unusual. Maybe it was because of the fact that this was the first body contact that I have gotten from another man besides my husband, or perchance it was because... for some reason, deep on the inside of my consciousness, the guilt that I had just hours ago regarding my little one, diminishes just for a second since I've been in his presence.

For the first time in months I felt this... peace.

It was an odd thought, one that had me frowning as I shivered slightly from his fingers that tapped my side.

"You know for someone who received this bitch of a gun shot wound, you are awfully quiet." His deep tone fought against my thoughts and dragged me to his attention. There was something about him that I could not point, I didn't know if it was a good thing or not.

"Life, that I know of is filled with dread and turmoil. Tell me, what is there to talk about?" I muttered as I felt his frame shifted from the bed, his citrus sent, trailing my nostrils and had me sighing softly from the peace it inflicted.

Who's this guy?

"There is more to life than dread and turmoil sweetheart. You just have to find something worth dream chasing to hold unto."

"I guess I am not a dream chaser then." I whispered as I stared ahead at the bedhead. A silence hanged over us as I said those words and I didn't know how he perceived me, I mean we just met so his thoughts about me didn't matter, I've done a lot of shit, been through a lot of shit and is going through a lot of shit that I truly don't give a fuck how he wanted to critic me.

A lot of person's see the scars but don't know the amount of pain that I've experience. It was the pain that built me, not the scars.

I escape prison for one purpose and one purpose only and that is to kill my husband. I know it'd take a lot for me to get over the traumatic, glimpses of my baby that led me to have sleepless nights, I know it'd take a lot of work to lessen my burden and in order for me to do this is, I needed to start with the man that put me in this position.

"Sounds like you're giving up." I turned around my neck towards him, my eyes narrowing in the dimly lit room towards the brute who had the audacity to pin his judgement on me.

Getting up from the bed, I ignored the pain in my ribs and leg as I yank the sports down towards my midriff and swing my legs to the ground. Standing up, I walked over to the door with my jaw clenching, my first initial thought was to get away from him but knowing who I am. Before I left. I turned towards him who was sitting on the corner of the bed, his eyes watching me intently.

"Look, we're complete strangers. You don't know shit about who I am so I'll suggest you keep your fucking opinion to yourself doctor."

His eyebrows knitted together as he drilled his ice blue irises into mine from behind the transparent lenses. Tilting his head slightly, he gripped his chin with his thumb and pointer finger, his lips pinned in a tight line as he locked me in.

"I apologize if I offend you sweetheart, I was not passing any judgement." He licked his lips and then in amazement I watched as his irises relax as he gave me the softest gaze that had me feeling instant guilt about the way that I have reacted to him just seconds ago.

"You're right I know nothing about you and I know it isn't my place to see you in any light without getting to know you first so if it makes you feel better, I'll introduce myself..." I swallowed as I reflexively took a step backwards as he stood up to his full height.

He slipped both of his hands deep into his pockets, the protrusion in his neck dropping as his profound voice slid unashamedly into my hearing.

"I am Sebastian Rossi; I have been working for Riku, your father for three years' now so it's all love. If you'd help me, I'm in a bit of dilemma and I know you're the only one that can ease the pressure."

Not knowing where he was going with this, I quirk a brow up at him and watched as he licked his lips, his eyes darkening behind his lenses.

"You sure about that doctor?"

The side of his lips tilted up slightly into a smirk. "Positive. Never been so sure of something in my life. So help a brother out sì sweetheart?" Folding one arm across his large chest, he lifted his other hand up and run his thumb on his bottom lip.

"What's your name..."

Chuckling from the slight sharpness he retains, I forgot about our earlier conversation as I smiled softly up at him, his pupil expanded as we locked eyes. For a long moment I forgot how to breath. It shuddered my breath. It had me sinking my back into the surface of the door as his gaze, pulled me deeper into the bluish-gray of his heated center.

"That's for me to know and for you find out..."

He quirks a brow up, his lips parted as his deep voice uttered. "Sure you want to take that route sweetheart?"

"Nothing ain't wrong with a little bit of competition doc..." I shrugged and I watched as his lips twitches up a bit. His eyes a compound state that weirdly enough, had me forgetting about my shitty life.

I didn't know what it was about this man, I've just met him just hours ago and I notice there was this softness and ruggedness to him that I...like?

As he was about to say something, a knock vibrated against my back. I pop it open and smiled softly up at my father who slipped his eyes to both me and Sebastian.

"Ready to talk?"