Apologies to everyone for taking such a long time to update this story, a lot things has happened and I'm travelling to Ecuador soon so yeah, this might be the last time I update till I come back in August.
Sorry guys but enjoy the update.
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Chapter 31
Song: End of The Days by 30 Seconds To Mars
(Hannah / First Person)
"OWWWW! AHHHH!" Oliver hissed.
Cleaning his burnt wounds on his left arms, Oliver kept his eyes shut tight, muscles tense as he didn't want to see what I was about to do next. I grabbed a damp cloth and started to rub on his chest, cleaning the dry blood of his skin.Oli relaxed as he exhaled slowly and his eyes were calm.
Slowly rubbing the cloth on his chest, I began to rub his stomach, going around in small circles then pushing up the cloth steady on his neck. I can tell you for sure that Oliver is very good-looking. As I was done cleaning Oli, I grabbed the needle and thread to began to stitch up his wounds. Looking up to see if Oli had his eyes shut, I noticed his hazel eyes into me.
"What?" I asked sheepishly.
No emotion was shown across Oliver's face.
"Who are you?" He croaked.
I looked at him blankly.
What do I say to him?
How about your name genius! My Mind laughed.
"Hannah. Hannah Snowdon." I replied.
"Hannah." He repeated then inhaled heavily.
"Could you explain to me how I got here?" He asked.
Oh crap... How do I explain to him what happened? Breaking away from
his stare, I focused on stitching up his arm.
"Well...You were involved in a car accident. From what I saw, I think your car drove over a cliff and landed on the road below missing the waters of the sea. I saw your car and I went to go help. The car was in flames, I rescued you and drove you to my place." I explained.
I looked up Oliver, to see him staring at the white ceiling above with a tear rolling down his face. Exhaling, he looked at me again with a cold stare.
"That's it?" He spoke.
I looked back down.
"Yes" I mumbled.
Hearing a sigh, I looked up to see Oliver in the same position as before. Staring at the ceiling.
"Where am I?" He asked coldy
I stopped stitching his wounds and stared at his emotionoless face.
"At my plac-"
"No." Oliver hissed.
Oli sat up straight on the bed whilst hissing in pain.
"Am I still in London?" he continued.
"Sorry no." I responded back.
Placing the needle and thread into a tin tray, I stood up from the bed and walked to the kitchen, to place the equipment in the sink. Oli still isn't happy.
"Hannah!" I hear Oli scream in the bedroom.
Running to the bedroom, I discover Oli on the floor, struggling to get up. Immediately, I grabbed his right arm and wrapped it around my neck. Pushing with all my might, I placed Oli back into the bed.
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