Immune

16. Nighttime

"KRIS!" she screamed, startled at his sudden fall. He staggered up and she quickly latched onto his arm, trying to support him. She ignored the blood dripping on her clothes and face and struggled to run out of the courtroom as fast as possible. The door was so close, so near, so bright...

She smelled the outdoor air and breathed in deeply. They had finally made it out. "Kris, Kris? Are you okay?" Streams of sweat rolled down the sides of his handsome face. 

"Yeah," he breathed, panting. "We can go to a safe house. There's one in the woods," he groaned and winced in pain, clutching his wounded shoulder. "We can get there by car."

She flipped her head around, searching the vicinity for some type of mobile vehicle. She quickly spotted a car. It was an Alfa Romeo. She winced, feeling sorry for its owner. She smashed the window of the expensive car and crawled in, leaving Kris to lean on the car. 

"You should check the side pocket of the driver's seat," Kris muttered. She stretched herself across, her fingers extended, ready to snatch the keys. 

"Got it," she cried, the sleek keys dangling from her slender fingers. 

"Whew," Kris sighed in relief. "At least this person had an extra pair in his car." He got into the passenger seat while Jessica revved up the engine. 

"Um I should tell you," Jessica said, setting the mode of the car to drive. "I never really learned how to drive!" Before Kris could yell in horror, she slammed her foot on the gas and the car screeched down the road. 

"WHICH WAY?" she screamed over the squealing tires. 

"GO STRAIGHT!" he yelled, grabbing on the seat belt for dear life. 

The Alfa Romeo swerved down the road, narrowly missing a statue and several light posts. It continued to screech down until it swerved right, into an unpaved road leading into a dark forest. Rocks thudded against the metal of the car and dirt flew up, clouding the view. 

"Hey, hey, HEY!" Kris yelled. "STOP!" She slammed on the brakes. They both sighed and closed their eyes, relieved that the driving was over. 

She got out of the car and walked over to the passenger's side to see Kris already out of the car and panting. Half of his suit was soggy and dripping with blood; he seemed abnormally pale seeming that he had lost too much blood. He staggered, his eyes starting to roll back into his head. She ran towards him, catching him as he fell. 

She had dragged him inside the house and placed him on the sofa, covered in some spare towels. The safe house was relatively small and cozy; she had explored the rooms and had found one bedroom with one bed, a kitchen, a bathroom, a dining room, and a small living room with a sofa. There was a large window in the bedroom with a small veranda and thick, lush curtains. She had found a small first aid kit.

He was unconscious, laying on the sofa. When she knelt by his side, she ripped off the black suit jacket to reveal a completely bloodstained dress shirt. She started to unbutton it carefully and gently peeled it off, leaving him bare-chested. She winced when she saw his wound. It wasn't extremely severe but still deep enough to cause him to lose an excessive amount of blood. The bullet was still there, lodged in his shoulder. Her shakily neared the bullet, her sanitized hands about to snag it out. 

It took less than a second for the bullet to come out. The little black shard of metal glinted, covered in Kris' blood and tissue. She carefully placed it on a piece of tissue and poured rubbing alcohol on one of the towels; then she slowly started to clean the wound and the blood around it. It took a while to clean his arm and chest and by the time she had finished, the sun was already setting. She ignored the rumbling from her empty stomach and then started to wrap gauze around the wound, carefully tying it up with the adhesive tape. 

The dressed wound appeared to be well done and Jessica stretched from her cramped position, satisfied with her result. She walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinets to find them completely stacked with cup ramen. She scrunched her face in disgust but still continued to prepare the boiling water. 

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She had just finished showering when she heard him wake. She hurried over to his side, still wearing a bathrobe with her hair only half dry. His eyelids fluttered open and he cringed, letting out a cry of pain and grasping his wound with his unharmed arm.  

"Does it hurt?!" Jessica exclaimed, worried that she might have made his situation worse. 

"It's just a little tight," he breathed. He sat up, his chest heaving. 

"Hey, you should lay back down," she said, gently trying to urge him to lay down. "You might put too much stress on yourself."

"No, it's okay," his face flushed, a sign that his blood flow was back to normal. He swung his legs over the side of the couch and stumbled, trying to stand up. Jessica hurried forward, grabbing him, providing herself as support. "What time is it?" he asked, looking around. 

"It's almost nine thirty," she responded. "Where are you trying to go?"

"It's late," was his only response. He slid his hand off of her shoulder and started to walk around by himself. He turned around to face her. "I don't really remember what happened, maybe you can fill me in?"

She stared at him, unable to take her eyes off. He just looked so hot, his messy hair, fierce eyes, sculpted body, and handsome face was irresistible. She walked up towards him, allowing her heart to take control of her body and planted her lips on his, pushing his against the wall. He responded and kissed her back. They stopped to catch their breaths. "I don't remember this happening but I like it," he breathed, his warm breath landing on her face, blood rushing to her cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her despite his wound and kissed her again, each one becoming more intimate and passionate. 

Suddenly she stopped, placing a hand on his chest. She took his hand and started to lead him in a different direction, towards the bedroom. "I wanted to tell you something," she whispered, hugging him. "Imagine that we only have seven days to live," she breathed. "This is going to be the last time."

"Not the last time," he said, gently taking hold of her hands. "Just the first." They fell onto the bed, their bodies blending together and becoming one.