"What is it that you want from me? Huh?" He spat, raising his voice. There was a vein in his neck and he was turning red. I've never seen him this upset, I must've really hit a nerve.
His lips were tight but they were so juicy and kissable. "I want...
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Z A R I A H
When I woke up, everyone was surrounding me with smiles on their faces. I had a pounding headache and it was painful to open my eyes.
Winter was the first one on me when she saw that I was awake. "Heyyyyy, sunshine. Welcome back to earth."
"What happened?" I asked groggily.
"You were attacked." Damon answers for me. He walks towards the bed with a cup in his hands and he held a soft smile. "Isaiah managed to save you before it was too late." He hands me the cup of water.
Isaiah? I took the cup and lifted my head and looked around the room for him. I saw I was some medical room but the walls were painted exactly like the house so I knew I was still here. Images of masked men on top of me flooded my mind and I winced when I remembered one of them stabbing me in the leg.
I glanced down and saw that it was bandaged now from my upper thigh to my knee. I looked around for Isaiah but didn't see him anywhere.
"He's taking care of the person who did this to you." Winter says, smoothing out my hair. "Heard you put up quiet the fight. Good job." She praises.
"Yea, we saw the guys leg. You survived long enough for Isaiah to get there." Damon says. "You're a trooper." He chuckles.
"Well, when will I be able to get out of here?" I asked, sitting up fully to rest my back against the wall. I took a sip of the water. "I want to help him kill that son of a bitch."
"You have a stab wound in your leg and you're worried about killing someone? Are you okay? What did you do to Zariah?" Winter asks, putting her palm against my forehead. "Your head isn't hot." She mutters.
I laughed at her. "I'm fine. I don't want to be laying in bed for days when I can be out there helping you guys find the person who did this. I know they were sent by someone, I just don't know who. Didn't get a chance to talk about it. You know, with the fighting for my life and all." I joked.
"Your sense of humor is alarming." Damon says with a shake of his head.
"Let's just worry about your health for now. How does your leg feel?" Winter asks in worrisome tone.
I rolled my eyes at her. "It's fine. Give me a few days and I'll be as good as new." I say, giving her a thumbs up and a fake smile. "Now, can I get a crutch or something? I really need to use the bathroom."
