Solitude

Chapter Seven- The Sixth

The bodies were all gone. All the blood stains, gone. The demolished couch, fixed. Any traces of a fight, non existent. Any signs that Carver had unleashed his semi-wrath, all gone. It was shocking what SCAR could do in a few hours to clean this mess up. And one thing that impressed me was heavily sedating Carver after our integration last night- which I still think was just a hallucination.

Carver was out cold in his black silk sheets, tangled arms and legs lost in the blankets. He was snoring softly, and he looked younger and actually peaceful when he slept, which was a big contrast from his normal tense muscled face and hard eyes. He was vulnerable, and that didn't sit well with me, so I brought my comfy chair next to his bedside and began to read a book about a woman who had to hide in her attic- whatever that was- in order to survive. It was rather sad that her kind was hunted down and murdered for what she believed in, but then again, these were humans she was talking about. What else did she expect them to do?

It took me three hours to finish the book, and another two hours to get halfway through another hard covered book about how to hand carve something called wood. Carver made small noises that alerted me he was awake. Placing the book down soundlessly, I watched him as he groggily began to wake up, still not noticing me next to him. The noises he made were almost considered cute had I not known that he was drugged only a few hours ago and were no doubt taking a toll on his body.

"God, could they give me anything stronger? What the hell did they give me, a bottle of chlorophyll?" He rubbed large hands down his face in an attempt to wake himself up more. I watched as the muscles in his arms flexed with every movement he made, this man- creature- was built to kill, but he was built to protect too, I could just tell by the way he moved.

"There's a glass of water on the table next to you." His hand reached out instantly, not bothering to acknowledge my presence yet. I don't know why I was watching him so intently, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to tear my eyes away from his body and its movements.

Water dripped down his chin and traveled down his inked chest, that little water droplet held my full attention as it made its way across the ripples and dips of his abdomen and disappeared under the waistband of his sweatpants. My eyes snapped back up to his face just as he finished the last of the liquid.

"How're you feeling?" I asked softly, not knowing if he had a headache or not, plus I didn't want to piss him off either and make me leave.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? After your breakdown last night." So I hadn't hallucinated that.

"Well you were the one who just woke up from a drug induced sleep, so how're you feeling?" A sigh escaped his chest as he laid back down and ran a hand through his hair.

"Fucking pounding headache plus everything is sore, so I'm not feeling too bright. Now answer me, are you feelin' okay." I bit my lip nervously, not knowing how to thank him for calming me down last night, even if it had been a little forceful and abrupt.

"Fine. Thank you for last night, I was freaking out. And, I want to apologize for you having to calm me down. I realize you probably didn't want to but you did it anyways. So, thanks and I'm sorry." I grabbed the book and placed it back in its original place on the shelf, standing up to leave.

"Wait." His gruff voice called out to me. "Sit back down." Carver's voice was commanding yet pleading. I sat back down but curled my knees up and got comfy, like I was going to take a nap again. We sat in silence for a slow few minutes and all I did was watch him with his eyes closed as he breathed. I couldn't help but stare again, this time at his shoulders and neck that were so broad and thick that I wondered if he ever worked out specifically on every muscle in his body. "What do you want to know about outside?" All the oxygen left in my body was forced out in one big sigh of excitement.