The Belladonna

Chapter 5

Isabella's POV:

I smiled as the crew began to rejoice, defeating the two big Spanish ships that seemed determined to take us out. Harry took my hand with a small smile, looking down at me. "You just can't seem to stay away from the people I tell you not to fight, huh?" he teases and I laugh.

"Well, you know me." I joke and he shakes his head. "I'm just glad I got to you on time." he says and I nod my head, looking down. "Yeah...I am too." I murmur, not loud enough for Harry to hear me. In all honesty, everything Duke did was bothering me.

He was a prince, as well as Drake...and now Harry's killed them both. He already has a bounty on him, from what I've learned, and now it'll probably get even worse with this new kill. 

"Hey, are you okay?" Harry asks, bringing me from my thoughts as I looked up, seeing him frowning at me slightly. I just give him a small smile and nod my head. There was no need to bring this up right now, he didn't need to worry about it. I'll tell him later.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say, blinking a few times as I feel lightheaded, trying to figure out why I'd feel that way. But then I remembered that Duke caught my side with his sword and I was still bleeding. 

The more I thought about it, the more pain that began to grow in my side and I took a deep breath. "Oh." I say out loud and Harry raises an eyebrow at me. "Bella? You're acting really strange." he mutters and I give him a smile.

"Duke cut my side. I forgot." I say and Harry's eyes get wide. "HE WHAT?!" he shouts and I frown. "It isn't a big deal, it should just be a small cut." I say, looking down at my side, Harry's eyes following mine, both of us pausing and not saying a word as I look at my wound. There was blood flowing from the wound, making a small puddle on the ground next to me. 

"A small wound, huh?" Harry growls before beginning to drag me away from the railing, going down the stairs and headed to our room. "We'll celebrate tonight after everything is cleaned up!!" Harry announces, hearing the crew cheer in agreement before he drags me into our quarters, making me sigh.

"Of all things, you think just getting a wound is a minor thing." Harry mutters irritated and I frown. "I didn't think it was that bad. In my defense, getting this was the least of my worries. It could've been much worse." I say and he rolls his eyes. 

"Yes, it could've been worse, but it still pisses me off that you didn't point that out first thing. I should've done more than stab him." Harry growls and I let out a sigh, shaking my head. "You can't be angry at the dead man, Harry. It's over." I say and he gives me a look.

"I can be angry at him all I want. Why is it, that whenever there is a major battle, they always go after you?" he asks, sitting me on the bed and going to the cabinet, searching it for some supplies. I thought about his question before shrugging.

"I don't know. Maybe they aren't used to women so they think I'll be an easy kill. Or they do it to get to you." I suggest and he turns back around, a rag in one hand and some sort of medicine in the other. "That could be true, but I don't like it. You're too stubborn to die that easily or give up that quickly, so you think the word would get out that you aren't an easy target." he says, making me chuckle.

"I'm not that stubborn." I say and he raises an eyebrow at me. "Oh really?" he asks, going to grab my shirt whenever I stopped him, making him look at me irritated. "Really." I say and he huffs. "I'm going to have to lift it up, Bella." he mutters and I frown.

"Or you could just treat the wound on the side without lifting it up." I say, knowing that the material was ripped where the wound was. "But then I wouldn't be able to clean all of it, so I'm lifting your shirt up." he says but I keep my hands firmly on my shirt.