Gone: A Portgas D Ace Love Tale

Chapter 8

"Dont move" I heard someone told me, when I stirred as I regained consciousness. The room smelt like alcohol and I looked to my right, where bloodied bandages and cotton pad were dumped in a basin.

I looked next to me, and I saw Ace sleeping, his hand holding mine, as he rest his head on the bed.

"Marco?" I called out and he walked over, raising his eyebrows.

"It's almost dawn." He said, as he wiped his hand.

"I've stitched the wound. You need to redress them regularly. Luckily the bullet went through Ace first, before it hits you, which cauterize your wound instantly as the bullet is hot." I frowned, and smiled.

"Thank you." Thats all I managed to say.

He stopped cleaning and looked at me, with a smile.

"Youre welcome."

I lay still, as Ace's breathing filled the room and I felt the pain stung once in a while, as I breathe.

My throat was parched, so I tried to get up, first pulling my hand from Ace's clutch slowly and I held my breath, trying not to move my torso much..ever movement is like a painful jab in my gut. I held my breath but I need to breathe, so i ended up groaning a little as I inched towards the glass.

I guess the moving and groaning woke him up, and his eyes opened wide and he hurriedly forced me to lie back on the bed.

"What are you trying to do?" He asked and I pointed at the glass of water at the end of the room. He sighed, shook his head and handed the glass to me. I drank them, leaning on my elbow with much difficulties.

He looked at me with his gaunt face, and sat, worriedly.

"I'm fine." I blurted out and his face was expressionless. He shook his head and buried his face in his palms.

I shook my head, trying to not feel irritated and closed my eyes, going back to sleep.

"She's healing fast." I heard someone said slowly, as a discussion ensues on the couch. I opened my eyes, the windows were open and the cold sea breeze blew in. Maybe we are close to an island with cold climate. The sun shone brightly.

Its so relaxing.

"Yeah, right."I heard Ace replied and I sat up, still felt the stinging on my lower abdomen, but not that painful anymore.

"Its all my fault." He said, after a while of silence and I heard someone clicked his tounge.

"It's not, Ace. STOP." Thatch replied and Marco hummed lazily.

"You feel okay?" He asked and Ace turned to look at me, his face was filled with worry and tiredness.

" It doesn't hurt that bad anymore." I replied and smiled. Ace rushed up and towards me, throwing his arm around me; holding me tightly.

I bit my lips, trying not to cry seeing his reaction. I held up my hand, caressing his jet black hair. His sea smelled embrace calmed me.

He loves me so much. I must've been a burden to him

" I'm sorry I got all worked up." He whispered and I nodded.

Thatch cleared his throat and he held me apart, still holding my shoulder.

"What?" Ace asked, his face was red.

 I grinned and he rolled his eyes at Thatch.

"Can you walk?" Marco asked and I nodded.