❝Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice! and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!❞
❝You think I'm attractive?❞
❝Fuck no!❞
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Dangerous, wild and rebellious.
Calm, cool and collected.
Darya just wan...
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A throbbing ache jolts me awake.
I reach to grip my forehead due to the pain, but instead I felt a soft material on my head.
Peering my eyes open, my gaze meet a white ceiling.
Since when was my ceilings white?
My hand removes the soft damp towel from my head and I frown. That was when I notice the light weight on my stomach.
Petrov was sound asleep beside me, sitting cross-legged on the floor with her head on the bed.
Did she sleep like that all night?
I could hear her soft snores and I let my eyes dart around her room.
Simple. Plain. Basic.
My eyes falls on my phone on the bedside drawer so I pick it up to check the time.
7:20am. Just great.
My sudden movement seemed to stir Petrov awake because immediately my feet touches the floor with my back towards her, I could already hear her mumbles.
"You're awake?" she asks from behind me and I nod, everything that happened yesterday crashing into me.
"Thanks for yesterday and letting me sleep over." I mumble, reaching for my jacket that was perched on the desk beside her bed.
"It's okay," she replies, letting out a groan. "I'm sorry for following you too."
I hum in response, pushing myself off her bed when a sudden sharp pain tears my side.
"Fuck."
I grip my waist in pain and Petrov comes rushing to my side in seconds, settling beside me on the bed.
"I'm so sorry," she says. "but I don't think you should make sudden movement like that, the stitches aren't all that great."
"It's okay," I respond, removing my hand to see my bandage soaked through, making a bright red mark spread around it.
Shit.
"Oh God." she huffs, dashing to the bathroom before coming back out with a first aid kit. "Let me change your dressing."
"No it's fine." I refuse, gripping the edge of the bed to stand up again.
"No it isn't?" she snaps, pushing me back on the bed as she kneels down in front of me. "It won't take long."
I didn't reply so she takes that as a yes, lifting my shirt up. "The wound isn't that deep so it'd heal fast."
"How'd you know how to stitch?" I blurt out the question that's been on my mind for a while now and I notice how a dark cloud falls on her face, her expression darkening before she shakes it off, replacing it with a smile.
