A Poisoned Mind

Chapter seventy six

Biting your lip, you knew you had to go downstairs and find some paracetamol tablets, but you’d have to think of an excuse to get away from Aston, as he had you wrapped up in his body. “Aston?” You whispered “mm,” he mumbled tiredly, but didn’t open his eyes “can I just use the loo?” You asked “sure babe,” he whispered as he snapped a quick kiss on to your cheek, before letting you go, “don’t be long! I’ll get cold,” he said cutely, making you giggle, but even that was painful, as you walked over to the bathroom and shutting the door, before doing what you needed to do.

About two minutes later, you came sneaking out of the bathroom, but Aston had fallen back to sleep. Yes! You had a way of getting out and down the stairs. Creeping over to the door, you soon found yourself outside the bedroom, without disturbing Aston, but by this time the pain was starting to become too much, as it had turned from a throbbing pain to a sharp stabbing pain.

“He must have something round here,” you muttered under your breath, as you had been looking for about five minutes after some pain killers, but you couldn’t find anything! “Oh,” you moaned in pain, as you tried to reach up, but the pain stabbed you so much, that you fell on the floor, whimpering around on the floor quietly. You didn’t want to disturb Aston; it’d make him so upset if he knew you were in so much pain after having sex with him! Crawling along the floor, you realized you hadn’t shut the cupboard door, but you didn’t care. You soon came up to a chest of drawers, which had: photos, a lamp and the landline phone on it. Managing to pick up the phone – even though you were on the floor, it was too painful to stand up! You dialled the doctors, “hello? How can I help?” A female voice asked “hello? Is this the doctors?” You asked “yes it is ma’am, how can I help?” “I need an URGENT appointment with any doctor ASAP,” “sure, I can get you in at nine in the morning?” “YES! Thank you,” “can I just ask why you need it to be urgent,” “well; I had my right rib broken a few weeks ago, and now I have just started to get the most massive stabbing pain in it,” you whimpered with pain “right! You are (You full name), am I right?” “Yes you are,” “well... I can get the emergency doctor to come round...” “No... Nine will do... I can’t let my husband find out!” You panicked “why not?” “”He’ll be worried and upset, and I don’t want him having to go through that,” “aww you’re such a lovely wife you are, but can I ask what caused the sudden pain?” “I err... Was having sex,” you answered, a little confused with the question “was you told, that you can’t have sex for the next six months?” “What!” “I take that as a no then, you see you’re not allowed to do any sort of hard working activities such as sex, going to the gym or long walks, as you are using too much of your lungs and ribs, but as they are already weak, just doing what I have just listed could VERY easily make them break again,” “oh... I never knew,” you frowned “it’s okay... I wouldn’t expect you to know, if they hadn’t told you, even though they should have,” “oh, well thank you anyway... But nine in the morning?” “Yep,” “great thanks! Bye... Oh wait!” “Yes?” “Can I take some pain killers?” “Err... You can, but I’d advise you not to, as it will numb the area so, you’re rib could snap and puncture your lung without you realizing,” “oh, okay thanks again,” “bye,” and with that the conversation ended... But now you had a problem...

Aston’s POV:

I was standing at the top of the stairs, where I could hear the WHOLE of (Your name)’s conversation to what must have been the doctors. I had been waiting for (Your name) to come back to bed for the past ten to fifteen minutes, even though I had my eyes shut, I was actually still awake, so I kind of became worried when she didn’t come back to bed, so I went over to the en suite (I put boxers on) where I didn’t find her in there, so I went looking for her, and that’s when I heard her talking to someone. She was talking about having an emergency appointment, even though it made me so confused! Then I realized... Her rib, that’s the ONLY reason she’d be calling the doctors, and just as I was thinking that she said “well; I had my right rib broken a few weeks ago, and now I have just started to get the most massive stabbing pain in it,”. She’s in pain. She’s in pain and she didn’t tell me! Why? This made me angry, at the fact she didn’t tell me, but then she said “I err... Was having sex,” before saying “What!” she obviously couldn’t have sex, but she did! And now I feel like it’s my entire fault!

As she hung up, I was standing just beside the chest of drawers that she was sitting in front of, but she froze. She obviously knew that I was there, as she dampened and frowned. “Who was that to?” I asked, with no emotion “the doctors,” she whispered “what?” “The doctors,” she said a little louder “what?!” I called “THE DOCTORS,” she screamed at me, but frightfully “and why didn’t you tell me that your rib started hurting?” I asked sternly “I didn’t want you to worry or something...” she said quietly “I didn’t want you to feel as though it’d be your fault...” “Oh that totally makes me feel better,” I said sarcastically, but she frowned more “what’d you mean?” She asked quietly “it’s my fault, isn’t it?” I asked her sternly “no... I...” “It’s my fault because I allowed you to have sex... Oh dear, big mistake,” I said sarcastically “it’s not your fault...” “THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” “It was only after the sex it started hurting...” “So? You could have told me then!” I hissed, but she looked up at me sacredly and tiredly, before trying to shuffle herself away from me, but I knew she was shuffling away to have a good cry! DAMN IT, why did I always have to be the one giving the hurt?! As I watched her shuffle away from me, I could see she was struggling... She was in pain, and now maybe she wouldn’t let me help her!

I watched as her body shuffled itself behind the breakfast bar, but then silence was all around... But then soft and gentle whimpers of tears came from behind the breakfast bar. I frowned deeply, before moving back up the stairs...

(Your name)’s POV:

You heard him running up the stairs, but you cried harder this time. You just wanted to have a good cry, for being told off for doing something that you were actually going to do AFTER the doctors’ appointment!

As you lay on the cold tiles in the kitchen, behind the breakfast bar, you shivered. You were only in Aston’s vest top! It had been five minutes since Aston had run back upstairs and it was obvious he went back to bed. You thought about him, in the nice massive comfy bed he had upstairs, keeping him warm and cosy, not caring that you were downstairs on the cold kitchen tiles, and in so much pain, but to your surprise you heard someone walking down the stairs, although you were too busy playing with puddle of tears next to your temple! You suddenly felt something touch your back, but before you knew it, Aston had picked you up gently and placed you delicately on to a spare ‘visitors’ mattress. After placing you on to it, you realized he had gotten himself dressed in PJs, but seemed to have a spare pair with him. After getting you comfortable on to the spare mattress, he started to put on a hoodie you, before then putting on some jogging bottoms on you, but doing it gently and softly as he knew you’d be in pain. After he had got you settled down, you expected him to just leave you and deal with the pain that you were already in, but to your surprise, he shuffled himself on to the mattress as well, before placing a thick and massive duvet over the both of you making you, feel so pleased to know Aston, but after he had everything settled and comfortable, he gently slithered his arm over your waist and held your left hand, before interlocking your fingers together making you smile “night honey... I love you,” he whispered in to your ear “night... I love you too,” you whispered back as you felt him kiss the flesh behind your ear “I’m so sorry too, I’ll come with you to the doctors tomorrow... I don’t care what you say, I’m going with you,” he whispered as you smiled “thank you,” you whispered back “no problem honey, but get some sleep,” he whispered as you settled down “dream about us,” he whispered at the last second of you just about falling off in to a deep sleep...