Let Me Be Your Hero

Let Me Be Your Hero ~3~

Chapter 3

Lyric's P.O.V

When I woke up, I felt like crap. That didn't surprise me, but what did was the fact that for one, I was still alive, two, I was on a comfortable bed, and three, I was really warm instead of cold. I sat up, but realized it was a mistake to do so as I felt a wave of nausea hit me harder than a ton of bricks. I stumbled off of the bed I had been on and rushed to a door I saw, which led me out into a hallway. There was a door there on the side and I opened it to find the bathroom, and just in time as I started puking my guts out. After a little bit, I was just dry heaving and soon was able to stop.

I fell to the floor and leaned back against the door. I heard foot steps outside of the door and slightly familiar voices talking. One guy asked,"Should we go check on her? What if she freaks out? What if she's scared?"

They were giving me a headache so I said loud enough for them to hear,"I don't know where the heck I am but I swear if you don't shut the fudge up, I'm going to use what little energy I have left to come out there and smack you upside the head!"

It was dead silent when I heard a soothing voice, the one I vaguely remembered hearing before I passed out, asked,"Can I come in?" When I didn't answer, he came in and looked at me with soft caring eyes that had so much concern and kindness that I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. i had never seen that look towards me before. Sure, I always had that look on my face towards Luka but he never had that look towards me.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when he spoke, his voice and face so soft towards me as he said,"Hey. I'm Blade. My band Breaking Rebels and I found you in an alley, half way frozen to death. We saved you and now we're on the road to go to Arizona." My face blanked as I took in the name and where we were at. Breaking Rebels was Trouble Makers rival band, which means this guy was my brother's enemy. Oh just freaking dandy.

I replied monotone,"When we stop next, you can just drop me off." He looked offended and taken aback. He choked on air and asked,"Wait, what? We save your life and you repay us by just leaving? Besides your not in good shape and the doctor told me to watch over you and that's exactly what I'm going to do." He set his jaw stubbornly as I huffed and argued,"I never asked you to save me. I don't care if I'm not in good shape and I don't care what the doctor said, I'm getting off at he next stop." I crossed my arms defensively and clenched my fists. I'm stubborn too.

We sat there glaring at each other and I secretly checked him out, he had silky black hair that fell into his pretty golden eyes. He was slightly and tan with some natural, not gross looking, muscles. You could see the 8 pack through his white guy tank top. He was very hot, more like gorgeous, not that I would say that aloud. I don't have time or even the heart for a relationship. I'm broken and I can't take getting shattered. We sat there for about ten minutes when I started feeling another wave of nausea and leaned over the toilet when I threw up stomach acid and anything that I didn't puke the first time.

I was aware of Blade holding my hair back and rubbing my back, trying to soothe me. His hands comforted me and sent fiery shocks through out my body where he touched. after I finished, he handed me a towel and some mouth wash. I hurriedly took it and got the taste out of my mouth. It was worse the second time. I leaned back again and closed my eyes trying to stop the pounding in my head that I got from dry heaving.

I heard hear the smugness in his voice as he sarcastically asked,"Think your well enough to leave now?" I wiped off that smugness as I retorted,"Yeah, I do, and I am leaving." You and your band mates can't stop me." He huffed and retorted,"Yes we can, or we'll... we'll just call the police and tell them how we found you and how I think it's suspicious that you suddenly leave even when your sick." I froze and my eyes snapped open to see the smugness back. I glared at him and hissed,"You wouldn't dare." He snorted and replied,"Try me. Let's make a deal, you stay and let us take care of you until I feel like we can let you leave and we won't call the cops. Deal?"

I thought it over, stay with them where there's food, a warm bed, and probably or leave, possibly get sicker, get chased by police, starve, and freeze. I sulkingly agreed and replied,"Deal, but just so you know, I hate you." He winced but just nodded and picked me up, to which I started protesting,"I can walk fine! I'm not five." He just replied back in a cocky attitude,"This is part of the deal, remember? We get to take care of you." I just stayed quiet and pouted.

He opened the door and all the idiots of his band fell to the floor. I recognized them easily. There was Dereck, who had blonde hair and hazel eyes. Then there was Scott who had ash white hair and dark gray eyes. Next is Leo, who has short brown hair and warm brown eyes that remind you of chocolate. Jace is next with dyed blue and black hair and dark green eyes. After him is Cody with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. Then there is Blade's best friend Russo, who has alot of connections. Even the police fear him. He has black hair with red streaks in it and stormy gray eyes.

They all looked at us sheepishly before getting up and just staring at us. I closed my eyes and just relaxed, I was suddenly tired and tired of arguing. I heard Blade tell them he'll be back in a minute and he took me back to the bedroom, covered me in covers, and got some medicine. He walked out and returned a second later with a cold bottle of water. I chugged half of it down before taking the medicine and drinking the rest.

I layed down shortly after and heard Blade say softly,"I'll be right back." Before he got up and went out into what I'm guessing is the living room of their band trailer. i curled up in a ball and snuggled into the covers but I was still cold, which is weird as I wasn't cold a little bit ago, but I am now. After about ten minutes, I was shivering. Blade came in soon after and saw me. He looked shocked and asked,"How can you still be cold? You have like, seven blankets on you!"

I didn't answer, just tried to pull my legs closer to me to get some warmth. I heard him let out a deep breath and after a minute I felt the bed dip in next to me. If I could've stopped shivering, I would've been frozen in place, but after his very warm hands wrapped around my body, all my protests slipped out the door. I felt shocks where his hands touched and it felt good. For once, in a very long time, I felt content, safe, and like the pressure of the world wasn't on my shoulders. With that feeling, I drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.