Forbidden Love

Healing Touch

I grit my teeth together in agony, listening to her bang and run around frantically, looking the best that she could. My eyes closed in weariness as the blood pounded in my veins, my ears plugged in acknowledgment of this fact.  Something light and soft smoothed over my forehead, my eyes snapping open in response. “Here.” She whispered, handing me a glass of water and two pills. I swallowed them whole, downing the water. She took the glass from me, setting it aside, before kneeling down in front of me. She was leaning over my leg intently, her other hand wrapped around the back of my calf, holding it still as she swiped away the drying blood with a luke warm rag. She was so kind and tender, her small hand wrapped in the rag, carefully cleaning the blood and dirt away. She glanced down at the pliers, whispering "I would do it myself, but I don't want to hurt you. I'm sorry" She handed me up the pliers, and quickly turned away, her hands covering her ears, her legs now tucked against her chest.

"Thank you" I whispered, knowing that she couldn't hear me. I plunged the needle nosed pliers deep into the wound, tensing up, squriming as the pain blasted from my leg up to my neck, my entire body protesting what I was doing. I heard the faintest click as the pliers found their target, the rubber padded grip digging into my hand as I clamped the pliers onto the small metal fragment, slowly yet surely extracting it from my leg.

With a sickening pop the blood dripping mushroom came out of my leg, flying out of the pliers grip, sailing through the room. She turned just in time to see the dramatic event. She let out a small gasp as she fell back into the couch. Thankfully her head landed on the couch and not the hardwood, I was already feeling bad enough for putting her through this. It'd be just my luck that she injured herself trying to help me.

I maganged to wrap the cloth around the wound in my leg, tieing off the ends, patching the small hole in my calf. My heart was pounding but I could feel my body start to crave a cigerate. I couldn't keep my hands steady. The three year addiction had taken its toll on me, but I couldn't bring myself to quit. My shaking hands couldn't get into my pocket. "God damnit all!" I shouted as I threw my hands in the air.

*What do you need?" She whispered, her hands playing with the frays on a pillow.

“My smokes.” I grumbled angrily.

“Where are they?” She watched me gently with her eyes, calm and relaxation starting to settle in them.

“Pocket.”

She leaned over me, sliding her hands over my thighs to feel which side contained the square box. I angled my weight off of my hips as best I could as she dug her hand into my right pocket, pulling out the crinkled square. Once I plopped back down, I reached for the smokes, but she tugged them away, cradling them against her chest.

"Come on, please give them here" I begged, holding my hand out to her.

"No..." She whispered her small voice trailing off

"and why not?"

"Cause I need one to" 

"I only got one left"

She opened the pack, and took my last cig out, sticking it between her lips. Her big eyes watching me, pleading with me, I couldn't help but fumble with my pocket, drawing out my old Zippo, lighting it for her. I watched her chest expand as she drew heavily from the cig, burning away a quarter in one breath. It was a couple seconds before she slowly brought the cig away from her lips, showing off her pearly whites at me as the smoke filtered through her teeth. 

I let out an impatient groan as I watched her, biting my lip, longing for a draw. She smiled in a knowing way, before handing it slowly to me. As my shaky hands reached for it, she winked at me, and brought the smoke to my mouth, letting me take a long draw, inhaling the smoke, letting it into my lungs, allowing the warm, relaxed feeling wash over my body. I handed it back to her, knowing that it was going to be the last puff off of it. She brought it inches from her lips, whispering "I'll make it up to you, I promise" She took the filter back onto her lips, inhaling slowly, holding the smoke in as she leaned over me. "Kiss me..please" she whispered, faint wisps of smoke escaping her lips.

I leaned over, pressing my lips hard against hers, closing my eyes. I could feel her lips parting, the warm smoke flooding into my mouth. We sat there, in a passionate embrace, letting time drift away...