Beauty and The Beast

Thirty Three

I saw him sitting on the carpet, his back leaning on the bed. His hair was a mess, and his stare was empty. But what shocking me the most was his hands that full of blood and blood streaming down to his temple from his head. He was holding a broken empty bottle of whiskey. I ran towards him and knelt between his legs. I touched his face with both of my hands, forcing him to look me in the eye. But he kept his gaze down. I tried to retrieve the bottle from his grip, but for a five-days-fasting guy, his grip was like an iron.

"Please don't do this." I sobbed.

My tears drowning my cheeks to see a few cuts and bruises on his hands. What had he done to himself ? I pulled the bottle away from his deathly grip and with a miracle i succeed. I circled my arms around his neck and sobbed hard into his neck.

"Why'd you do this ?" I cried.

He stilt for a moment before i felt his nose snuggled to my hair. I tighten my arms around his neck and cried harder as he didn't move an inch. Oh my god, i almost lost him. How can i let him being like this for five days ?

"I'm sorry, i'm really sorry for what i said the other day. Please don't be like this." I buried my face on his neck.

I pulled away slightly so i can see his eyes, he looked at me in disbelief. As if i wasn't real. He reached to touch my cheek with his wounded hand, i closed my eyes and leaned on his palm. Letting him know that i was here, right in front of him, i was real. And i'd do anything to save him, including coming back to his cruel life. His hand was so warm, how i missed his touch. I didn't care with the blood stain on my face, all i cared was i didn't want to pulled away from his touch.

I felt my knees started to get cramp. We needed to get up. I raised and tried to help him stand. But he had no strength left. I called Costner to help me. We led him to the guest room i used to sleep on my first days here. Before we reached the bed, he collapsed on my shoulder, but Costner grip on him was tight so we both won't fell back. We laid him on the bed. I was panicked and my tears won't stop. I told Greta to call Dr.Brown, whilst me and Costner changing his clothes. Greta came with a bowl of warm water. I cleaned his wounds, but with hundreds time couraging my self to finish the job because i couldn't had a heart to see his cuts and bruises.

Dr.Brown arrived and checked on him. He said we were almost too late. If only i arrived another day, i'd lose him. After lots of injections and infusions. Dr.Brown assured me that he was going to be okay. I thanked him gratefully before he left. I waited by his side all along, checked his temperature regularly. When his fever got high, i placed the warm wash-clothes on his forehead careful not to graze the cuts on his head. Thank god his fever decreasing by the night. I was so tired but refused to leave him, nor sleep on the bed next to him, i was scared i'd graze the injection or the infusion slang. Instead, i fell asleep on the velvet chair next to the bed.

I woke up with a light of the sun hit my eyes. I covered my eyes with the book i read last night. I stood to close the veil of the curtains. I saw him stirring and groaning. I reached next to his bed and pushed the hair out his damp forehead. His eyes fluttered open. The moment he saw me, i saw a light in his eyes before it replaced by a cold stare. I stared at him for a moment before he found a voice to speak.

"What are you doing here ?" He asked coldly.

"What do you mean ? You almost killed yourself if i didn't come." I said.

"Like you even care." He snapped sarcastically.

I gasped by his sarcasm. But chose to ignore it. I put my knuckles on his forehead to check on his temperature. But he flinched away from my touch.

"I'm fine. You can leave now." He said curtly.

I wanted to argue but Greta came in with a tray of breakfast. She placed it on the bedside table. I thanked her and she walked out of the room. I took the glass of water and offered it to his mouth. He pushed away the glass.