A Crush On My Husband

22. A Crush On My Husband

ANASTASIA POV :

I ran into the washroom and shut the door behind. I saw my hands stained with blood. My body began to turn cold...

Stop it Ana...! The fear is seriously getting to you. Its he who is physically hurt and not you.

I looked at myself in the mirror. The girl standing in the mirror looked terrified. There were beads of sweat all over her forehead.

Stay strong Ana!! This house contains only you and him and now he is in pain. Its only you who is gotta heal his wound.

I washed my hands thoroughly and my face as well. I left the bathroom with a bowel of cold water and a first-aid kit with me and not to forget, I carried loads of courage as well.

When I enter the room I see Drake sitting on the bed. His eyes were fixed down at his hands with blood dripping down on the floor. Breathe Ana. Breathe.

I sigh. I don't know if I've forgiven him completely. Just because he hurts himself, I won't be forgiving him out of sympathy. Well, I myself have no clue if I'm ready to pardon him or not.
But now is not the time to argue with yourself, Ana. He needs you to aid his wound. Go in!

When I reach towards his side of the bed, he looked up at me. His eyes were red. His eyes revealed that he was...scared.

Scared?? What?? Even he is scared of blood...like me?? I voiced out my thoughts at him.

Instantly amusement replaced scared in his eyes. His eyes began to love my question and it showed up in his laugh. He let out a lovely sound as usual. But wait. Is that question of mine that silly? I had my mouth half- open. Am I good at joking?
Eh...I really doubt myself..

"Oh God!! Ana, stop that!! Stop making that face!!" He laughs hysterically. Automatically, my mouth chose to close and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Ahh...you are too good at those weird expressions. They are so cute. And Ana... I'm not scared of blood unlike the baby infront of me!" He poked my nose with his index finger while saying and with that he began to laugh even harder.

Arghh....he is just pissing me off even more when here I'm not even sure if I've forgiven him. He is just adding more fuel to the already burning fire. I ignore whatever I hear and kneel down on the floor infront of him who is on the bed. I take his wounded fist in my hand. There were numerous cuts on his knuckles. His palm was stained with blood. I let out a heavy breath and closed my eyes for a few seconds. Do it Ana. You gotta help him out now.

I then take a soft cloth and wipe his palm and when I reach the wound. I'm extra careful not to hurt him. I move the soft material like a feather on his wound.

"Owwwwwwwwwww!!!!!" He screams suddenly.
My eyes widen in shock and immediately my hands surrender in the air.

"What?"I asked him slowly. "Did it hurt?"