Obsessed With You

chapter 23

Mattia

I ripped off my blood-soaked shirt, feeling the fabric cling to my skin before I threw it onto the bed. Fuck, this was worse than I thought. My head started spinning, and the room tilted for a second. I didn't even have the strength to stand anymore, so I collapsed onto Sophia's bed, trying to get a grip on myself. How the hell did things end up like this?

I barely noticed her leave the room. She didn't say anything, just disappeared. The sound of cabinets opening and closing reached me from the hallway. Goddammit, she must've gone for the first aid kit. A minute later, she came back, holding the kit with a determined look on her face, like she knew what she was doing. I watched as she pulled out some alcohol, an injection needle, thread, bandages, and cotton.

She stood in front of me, her waist right at eye level, and I couldn't help but notice the way her body curved.

"You've got a nice waist, you know that?" I smirked, leaning back a little, trying to distract myself from the pain.

She rolled her eyes and gave me a light slap on the shoulder. "I know," she said with this half-smile that made me chuckle, but I noticed her hands weren't as steady as usual.

Sophia knelt down in front of me, laying everything out on the bed. Her fingers fumbled slightly as she threaded the needle. She was clearly nervous, and it made me want to mess with her, just to see her get flustered.

"This is gonna hurt," she said, her voice softer than usual, her breath catching as she focused on the needle. "Only for a second, though. Okay?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Sophia. Just get it over with." My tone was lighter than I felt. But the truth was, I liked that she was worried. Maybe even too worried. There was something almost sweet about it.

She hesitated for a split second before finally stepping forward. Her fingers brushed against my skin as she cleaned the wound with cotton and disinfectant, and I winced. Not from the pain, but because the moment felt... intense. Fuck, I shouldn't be thinking like this right now.

She took a deep breath and glanced at me before pushing the needle through the torn skin. I gritted my teeth, feeling the sharp sting, but I didn't flinch. I watched her as she concentrated, her lips pressed together in a tight line. I could see the tension in her shoulders, hear it in her voice when she said, "Almost done."

I leaned back, closing my eyes for a second. "You're too nervous, Sophia. Relax."

"I'm not nervous," she snapped, her voice a little too defensive, though the slight shake in her hands said otherwise.

"Haha, sure you're not." I couldn't help but tease her, even though my head was spinning again.

"Shut up, Mattia," she muttered, finishing the stitches and wrapping the bandage around me. When she was done, she sat back on her heels, exhaling like she'd just run a marathon.

"See?" I said, leaning forward slightly. "Not so bad, right?"

She glared at me, but there was something else behind her eyes. Maybe relief, maybe something more. "You're an ass, you know that?"

"yeah," I shot back, smirking.

Sophia started gathering the first aid stuff, shaking her head as she wiped her hands. "You're bleeding a lot, Mattia. Like, fuck, this isn't normal. You have some kind of blood issue, don't you?"

I sighed, already knowing where this was going. "Yeah, I know."

She stopped what she was doing and looked at me, her brows furrowing. "You need to go to the hospital. Like, seriously. This could get worse if you don't get it checked out."