Dangerous Love (REWRITTING THE WHOLE BOOK)

Chapter 5

 This was originally part of chapter 4 but it was too long so I cut it in half! SUPER early update! hsn't even been two hours

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Mia frantic voice filled my ears, ranting about the gash on my thigh. I cound't pay attention to a word her or Blake were saying. Blood doesn't bother me but pain does, I hate pain. I hate paper cuts, pin pokes i hate anything that hurts and the glass inside my thigh HURTS.

"Take it out." I said calmly. Even I was surprised. my thigh burned with pain, more blood tickled down my leg down to the red posh rug. Ironic. Most think blood is red. It is but it is a darker red, crimson. Crimson liquid flowed down, covering the whole left side of my right leg. Very ironic.

"No! I'll get- I'll get someone from downstairs." She stuttered. panicking Mia ran out the room, leaving me there to die of blood loss.

From the corner of my eye I saw Blake nursing his oen wound. Twisting my body to fully face him i noticed bliid trickle down the left side of his face. He didn't seem to be in much pain by it, probably because there was no visible glass sticking out like some people.

The thought of glass brought ny attention backto my thigh.  The blood was still flowing down my leg.

The pain from before was gone. For a spilt second i let out a sigh of relief until it dawned on me.

I couldn't feel anything.

That can't be a good. At all.

I slowly streched out my bloody finger to my wound. LikeI expected I felt nothing. Didn't even feel my hand on my skin.

Definitely not good.

Impressed my fingers deeper.

Nothing.

If Mia didn't hurry I was scared that I'll loss all feelings my leg. What if I couldn't walk anymore?  What if the glass was deeper in than i thought which means I'll die of blood loss. What if I never recover? 

"Don't do anything stupid." Blake's voice was low and husky, sending chills down my exposed skin. I looked at him, his eyes were already on my face. He looked worried but something else was there I couldn't put my finger on.

Don't do anything stupid like snatch the larg glass that was deep in my flesh. Now that would be stupid. Blood kept on flowing down my leg covering most of it now. My hands were crimson and the pain was still there.

I gritted my teeth. No use. I bit my lip until I tasted the blood. No use.

The pain was still there.

It was nothing like getting shot but it hurt still, I would know how it feels. What made it worse was not the fact that there was glass the size of The Rocks hand in me but it was near the area injurred last year. 

Blake's hands came over my lap, lifting my leg and resting it on the arm of the black sofa. More blood dripped down on the rug. What a shame, I really like the rug.

"Take it out." My words came out breathlessly but he still heard.

Blake shook his head, "I can't."

"You can" My hand squeezed harder a little above where the glass stuck. "I would but I'm a little busy trying to stop the blood." In the midst of all this I was still able to crack something like that.


I think I heard Blake chuckle. His hands grazed the glass, before he took it out he gave me a questioning look. I nodded answering his unspoken question and shut my eyes. I've seen worse things then this but I still didn't like the idea of watching.


I hoped I would feel the glass coming out, I knew it was asking too much.


I didn't see Blake take it out, I felt it.


Pain swallowed me. I doubled over clunchting my thigh with dear life. My thigh no longer stinged with pain, no it was something far worse, less pain than a bullet in you. I rocked back and furth breathing in and out. My breathing came out sharp and shallow. Wetness spilled over my cheeks, the saltiness if my tears touched my lips, slipping into my mouth. The glass wasn't in me anymore but oh how I wished I judged waited until someone professional came to take it out. 


I gritted my teeth together until the pain subsided, eventually it did. I leaned against a chest, somoene braod and strong but that didn't make the pain go away. My breathing became heavier with the beating of my heart. It might as well been in my throat for how loud it was. 


I didn't know Mia was back until two men in white uniforms rushed in behind her holding a bag full of God knows what. 


She looked at the damage below and back at me. The pain didn't scare me, the look on her face did. Her expression was full of worry and guilt. The same look Blake wore but her's wasn't as bad as his. 


A man came over to my and threw my arm over his shoulder and slipped his hand under my legs. His picking me up. 


"No, no! Put me down, I'm perfectly fine." I pleaded but he wouldn't listen. All his focus was on picking me up, sadly he couldn't. 


He set me down and called over for someone else to get me. Frowning I looked around the room for Mia. 


"Mia, I don't want to go. Scooby here won't listen." I tried to give her a convincing smile but it didn't, luckily it worked on the man that came over, I still got that charm even after having a glass get pulled out of your thigh. 


No one else bothered me after that, thankfully. 


"You and I will be having a talk later." Mia said scowling at me.


That talk. Wonder what I did wrong this time. 


Mia always wears her emotions on her sleeves making me read her so much easier. She didn't look happy but she tried to smile midst all of this. Charlotte walked in after a while, she gave me one look, a look of horror before storming to the bathroom in my room. 


A minute hasn't passed when gauging sounds came from the bathroom. I didn't like the idea of her being sick because of me but what can I do about it? 


Nothing. 


She walked out soon after that, her face and hair wet. Even after puking whatever she ate today she still smiled at everyone she passed. I think she even exchanged numbers with one of the female ambulance people. 


"Name?" The man holding my legs asked. He looked young, maybe a couple years older than me. He wore a bores expression, not bothered by my gash and all the dried up crimson blood. 


"Cecelia." My voice chocked on my name, sweat beamed at my forehead and neck. Even my palm became shaky, Mia slipped my shaky hands between hers, squeezing softly. 


Blake still sat on the other side of me getting his own attention. A woman was cleaning the blood from his forehead and every so often he would wince when she pressed too hard. I didn't know I was leaving against him until one of the guys told him to lay down on the bed. My bed.


The pain in my thigh was all gone thanks to the pain killers the man working on bandaging my leg gave me. He was a too skinny but his smile was genuine. 


"How old are you?" He asked when he saw my eyelids lower. I think he intentionally tighter his grip on the spot above the wound to wake me up. 


"19" I groaned glaring at the son of a beep. 


"Any siblings?" He looked up when he said that, looking completely innocent. Like he didn't just make me wince from his grip


I shook my head before answering. "Why? 19 too young for ya?"


By the expression on his face I knew I hit a nerve. I leaned back please with myself, letting ten smug smile stay on my lips. 


He didn't say anything after that, He worked fast rubbing cloth after cloth up and down my leg. He would occasionally ask a question but he would look at Mia when he asked. 


"Is she allergic to anything?" He whipped sweat from his forehead with a clean cloth and looked up at Mia. 


That annoyed me. Mostly because he was acting like a little sissy. Big deal, I said something he didn't like, get over it. 


Mia's lips moved to answer but I bear her to it. "Her is right here." I did smiling sweetly at him and pointed to myself. I raised one eyebrow, adding a little edge to my expression. 


Mia cleared her throat next to me, I looked over at her and I saw a disapproving look. She always did hate it when I was rude to someone that was helping me. I felt a pang of guilt but I brushed it aside. He started it. 


I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back, resting my head on the cushions. 


Josh or John, what ever his name was didn't bother asking much unless she had to for my record. 


I really wanted to sleep. Sleep sounded so good right now but Charlotte wouldn't stop talking. 


"Most of the damage in Blake's room, my windows shattered but nothing close to what happened to his." She beamed but her eyes gave her away. She looked scared and worried. Her wide eyes would widened every time I would wince at the pressure on my leg. But she kept talking mostly for my benefit. 


The guy, John I think he said was his name, patted my knee and got up. "You're all good now. Just drink and sleep, you need all the rest you could get and try not to use your leg a lot. I advice you to make an appointment tomorrow to get it fully checked since you refused to me admitted to the hospital.." Josh paused and looked around the room he spotted Blake spiraled on my bed and back at me. "Someone should take him off your bed so you can sleep unless you guys are together." 


Heat rushed to my cheek thankfully Mia spoke up for me. "No they are not." I shot her a grateful smile mouthing the word thanks. 


She didn't smile back, she gave me a curious look. Still worried but she had a accusing look like I did something behind her back. This is the Mia I've grown up with. She would worry and scold all at once. 


I didn't know what to do now. Things like this doesn't happen to me everyday, Blake's room is ruined, my leg is injured and most of all I had a head splitting headache. Groaning I waned off the guy ignoring his hurt expression. I'm not in the mood to listen to bullshit orders from a scrawny guy named john. 


Thank God my one heard my thoughts, although I would have no problem sharing it out loud. I probably would have if it weren't for the pointed look Mia gave me. 


The chatter in the room subsided and soon it was completely silent until it was only me, Mia and Blake in the room. Even Blake's heavy breathing turned soft. I finally let myself look at him after fighting it the whole night. 


Her earlier threat rang in my ear. The talk. 


"Mia, I need sleep and-" I stopped in my tracks when I saw the hurt look on her face. "Mia, what's wrong? I'm fine, see my leg is all covered up with white crap and I'm not crying anymore!" I ranted and ranted hoping that my words would make her feel better. 


"No." She sniffed and turned her back on me.


What in the world? 


She couldn't possibly be upset over my leg? No something was bothering her and no way would she think about herself in a time like this. That wasn't Mia like. 


"What were you doing in Blake's room, Cecelia?" She spun around facing me again. No tears streaked her cheeks thankfully but the hurt look was still there. 


"What are yo-" I paused narrowing my eyes at her. "You wanna know why I was in there?" I asked hoping I didn't hear her right.

Movement stopped Mia from saying whatever she was about to say. Blake stirred around for a while until he finally rested with his arm over one eye. Even then he still looked so peaceful with his parted lips and messy bed hair. 

"It's just, you tell me everything Celia, you didn't tell me you and Blake are..." She didn't have to finish for me to know what she was getting at.

I fully understood now.

Mia and I told each other everything. From what we bought that day to the latest boy who flirted with Mia. Many of the main reasons why we haven't went our separate ways was because we knew each other so  well. Mia knows how to handle me when I am being reckless and I know how to handle Mia when she is a complete wreck. We hardly ever kept anything from each other until last year.

I let my pride get in the way of confiding in her about my problems with Travis. She didn't even know anything was wrong with me, she laughed I laughed. She frowned I frowned. For five months I was Mia's shadow, all because I wouldn't let myself tell her what was wrong. eventually she found out the hard way and since that day we made a pact to always confide in each other, no matter what. 

Now she thinks me and Blake are together. The thought didn't make my checks hot but it did leave a tingling feeling in my stomach. I fought off a grin that was fighting it's way to my lips. Did I like Blake? No.

I shook my head at her mustering up a disgusted look. "Him?" I scoffed jerking my head where Blake slept. "As IF! Even if I did you know i would tell you."

It didn't take long for Mia to nod in agreement, she finally spoke after what seemed forever. "You're right. I should have trusted that you would tell me, It's just.. I didn't know what to think when you guys came out of the arm hand in hand...he must have been helping you get out." I let Mia rant on, there wasn't any point in stopping her now. He face scrunched up when she mentioned us holding hands..

Wait, what?

"Mia, he wasn't holding my hand. He was dragging me out." But she wouldn't listen. She shook her head in disagreement.

"No no, he was holding your hand. you both were limping, leaning against each other. It was actually cute until I realized who it was." Mia visibly shuddered at whatever memory filled her thoughts.

The thought that Blake held my hand and I wasn't even aware of gave me chills. No creeped out chills but chills of wonder. When my adrenaline pumps that hard I tend to zone everything out. No wonder I didn't feel the glass in my thigh until after I calmed down a little.

Blake and I had our moments, good and bad but in all honesty I'm not up for anything with him. God knows how many girls his been with and how many STDs he picked up along the way. I wondered how many other girls feet he cleaned for, how many he told to keep a secret, how many he helped escape a lightening strike. The latter idea was probably the first for him. A new thing to add to his list.

"....It;s not like you like him anything. Even you know your limits." She smiled teasingly at me, puckering her lips up in mock air kisses. "Wait...you don't like him right? I know you probably don't with all the bickering that goes on between you guys."

No.

Yes.

Maybe.

I doubt it.

Pick one answer dammit!

Wait, did Mia just use the word bickering? What are we? old ladies talking about late night TV show fights? I half snorted and half laughed forgetting my previous train of thought until Mia gave me and exceptional look. She's waiting.

I tried to list off all the reason why I shouldn't like him.  His arrogant, obnoxious, annoying and most of all cocky. A big turn off. His good with the ladies and uses his charm to manipulate his way out of failing all the classes we share. He flirts with anything that walks and flashes that stupid know it all grin all around.  

Reasons why I should. He is a mystery. A puzzle. A man with secrets. How does he know my Uncle? He isn't in his clan unless his tattoo is hiddened below the waist -which I highly doubt.

The bad out weighted the good. 

"Well?" She pushed harder for my answer, raising both her eyebrows.

"No."