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fourty nine.

Sasha's POV | A week later |

There he goes, resting peacefully. I honestly don't know if he's actually sleeping peacefully but his eyes were closed shut and he's breathing calmly.

A week has past since that day. The day I found him. The day he shouted at me and I shouted back. But the arguement led to the best since we are now fine.

Nothing has happened actually. I've just been making sure that he's ok.

My hand was running through his hair, gently so I wouldn't wake him. He needs the sleep.

I bandaged all the cuts on his arms and the big one on his forehead. It does make me worry. You know, him cutting himself and doing all this harm to himself. It hurts me to see him like that, but I know half of the reason he does it is because of me. I did this.

I should have never left him. The last time I did that he almost died and this time he was very close to doing it again.

I know there is a possibility of me getting in trouble since I just left the interview I was in, but I rather save his life than do a stupid interview.

I looked at the time and it's already 8:24 at night. Time goes so fast.

I turned back to him and he had his eyes squinted opened, as if he's half asleep. He blinked twice before opening his eyes.

He glanced at me before looking at the time. "It's only 8:25." He whined in his raspy voice. He sat up as I sat up against the headboard.

"My head hurts." He placed his hand on his head, rubbing it softly. "Then stay laying down." I said, trying to lay him back down. "I have to take a shower though." He grunted whilst getting off of the bed. I sighed, "Call me if you need me."

"Oh you could come if you want." He smirked, flirtatiously. "I didn't mean that way." I rolled my eyes playfully while smiling. "I'm sure you did." He smiled, walking into the bathroom and closing the door.

He could never stop with sexual comments, can he? I giggle to myself, thinking how stupid he is.

"Sasha?!" He called, loud enough for me to hear through the closed door. "Yeah?"

"I need your help." I groaned before getting up from the bed and walking into the bathroom. He was still fully clothed, "Um...can you help me take off my shirt?" He asked, sweetly. I raised my eyebrow, hoping he isn't trying to do anything.

"I don't mean in that way. I just don't want to rip off the bandages from my arms and my head." He looked serious about this and I had to help him.

I sighed before pulling the shirt up a little bit, "I need you help too. Since you're way taller than me."

He just stared at me, "You have to pull it up once it reaches your neck."

He nodded and I began to pull it up the rest of the way. 'Accidentally', I placed my hand on his abs to help him remove his arms. The key word was 'accidentally'.

He pulled it over his head, taking it off completely. His body is unexplainable. His muscles were ripped....I can't even explain it. He placed the shirt in the toilet and I couldn't keep my eyes off of his body. I've known him for a long, long time and I still can't get enough.

He turned back around and all of a sudden, he brought me closer to his chest. A hugging position, you may say.

I heard a loud slam onto the floor and he held me in his arms. My head was pressed against his warm, soft chest. Close enough to hear his heart beating.

He loosen the grip of the hug and it allowed me to see what fell. I looked at the ground and saw shattered wood on the floor. "Damn hotel." Finn muttered, under his breath. "Well! The cabinet's broken." He said, making it seem like it was a good thing.

"It would have fell on you if I didn't save you." He smiled proudly as I rolled my eyes. "Thanks."

We both noticed that we were still in the embrace. Awkward? Maybe a little. But we were doing this about a week ago so it's not a big deal.

I left the hug, "Well continue with your shower." I smiled. I left the bathroom and he chuckled before closing the door. I walked back to the bed and sat on the edge. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket.

I took it out and it was a message. From Dolph.

Dolph: team meeting today.

He pissing me off with these stupid team meetings. He talks about stupid tactics and other dumb stuff with Seth and Mike. But it will also be the first one without Austin. I sighed to myself. I miss him so much already.

Me: i can't go. I'm busy.

I put my phone on silent because I know he's going to blow up my phone just because I 'can't' go. Even if I wanted to go, I couldn't. I have to watch Finn. Just to make sure he doesn't do anything he'll regret.

I slid my phone back in my pocket and that's when I heard the bathroom door open. I turned to look and I was blown away.

He came out with nothing but shorts on. Drops of water were cascading down his chest, then down his abs. And his hair was drenched.

Bruises were visible on his body but that's nothing to worry about. He's still hot.

"So we have some things to discuss." He said, snapping me out of my gaze. "Like what?"

"What are you planning on doing with the Alliance?" He asked with his eyebrow raised. "Um...I honestly don't know."

He sighed and pinched his nose bridge, "So you're going to stay with them?" He questioned, with a bit of sadness in his voice.

I sighed, "I don't want too. But I can't just leave them." I replied, lowly. "Then I'm willing to do anything to get you out of there without them hurting you." He weakly smiled. Wow, I actually thought he was going to argue with me about it.

"Ok, sooooo do you have any ideas?" I questioned him as he sighed. "Sadly, no."

I sighed too, "How about I get my team-

"Team? Hold up, you have a team?" I asked, shocked and surprised. "Yeah, you really thought I was going to fight them alone?" He smirked. "Yeah."

He smiled, "Well you're wrong. I have some people to help. But not enough."

"Can you tell me who they are?" I asked, hoping he tells me. "Nope, you'll meet them sometime soon."