Dreamless in Early Graves (Vic Fuentes / Kellic) ✔️

Chapter 13: The Drive

my stress level is through the fucking roof aye... anyway, sorry it took so long to update this.

I've decided that I'm going to give the end of this book an interesting twist from Vic's point... but we're not there yet. just preparing y'all a little 🙄

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"That looks. . . painful." Vic murmured hesitantly as he came walking in just as I was giving myself a morphine shot.

I chuckled a little and finished it up, pressing a cotton ball on my arm after I pulled out the needle again. "It's less painful than not doing it." I simply told him.

Vic then sat down beside me on the bed and circled his arms around me, pressing his lips to my temple. "Are you okay?" He whispered softly.

I took a deep breath and nodded. "As okay as can be." Was all I really said, forcing a small smile onto my face.

I had seen better days. . . this definitely wasn't one of them. The amount of pain that I felt was increasing day by day, traveling up my spine enough to make me incapable of moving without screaming whenever I woke up in the morning. I never told Vic about that, though. He would just worry more anyway.

"What's this?" He then asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

I saw the papers that he was holding and smiled to myself. "Just some stuff that needs to go to my lawyer." I said, leaving out the small detail that it were forms to change my will.

"Which reminds me. . . I wanna show you something. You have your driver's license, right?" I asked.

Vic shot me a deadpanned look. "Did you really think that I was driving you around to places without a license?"

I giggled and shook my head. "No, you're right, my bad."

He planted a kiss on the side of my head and got up, smiling down at me. "So, where to?" He then asked, reaching out for the wheelchair that I had been given.

I groaned, glaring daggers at him as I pushed myself up from the bed. "Get that thing the fuck away from me." I grumbled stubbornly. "Someone will have to cut my goddamn legs off before I ever let myself be put in a wheelchair."

Vic rolled his eyes but grinned anyway. Deep down he knew that I'd react like that. He was just being a little shit about it. "Should I carry you instead, then?" He asked teasingly.

"You're pushing it now, Fuentes." I murmured, trying to hide the fact that deep down I wanted to laugh. "Go on, to the garage."

Vic looked confused for a moment, staring at me with wonder as I passed him slowly. "The garage? Why?" He asked as he finally started following me. "Is there more overly expensive overrated art down there?"

I snickered softy. "The overly expensive part is definitely right." But I didn't say more. It was kind of a surprise anyway- one of many to come, but I wasn't going to tell him about all of the other stuff either. Not yet.

We made our way to the garage door in the back of the house, it taking a little longer for me than usual, considering the morphine wasn't at its full working potential yet. I opened the door and signaled for Vic to go inside ahead of me. His eyebrow arched in response, but he went in anyway.

"Oh shit." He breathed, shock evident in his voice. And I giggled when I figured that he had found what was in there. "Is that yours?" Vic then asked as I finally came walking in too.