◇The Hybrid◆

chapter 11

Layla's POV.

Derek shoved his wrist in my face.

i looked at him like 'what the hell am i supposed to do with this?'

"trust me. it'll ease some of the pain" he says.

i don't want to be weird and actually smell his arm.. but if it'll take some of the pain away, i guess it's worth a shot.

i take his wrist in my hand and take a big whiff. it's just like when i first smelled him. he smelled of lemon and manly cologne. 

i couldn't get enough of this smell. it's like a drug.

he yanks his hand away from me and something inside me whimpers, wanting more. 

he grabs my arm and brings my wrist up to his nose. he took a big whiff.

at first i thought he was going to bite my wrist or something but then Wren stepped in and pushed derek away from me.

"get out! you can't be in here! you won't be able to control yourself!" wren shouts at him.

derek gets up and narrows his eyes at Wren. "whether i am in here or not, i still feel everything" i say.

"i'm sorry. there's nothing i can do about that. and you do know, that this wouldn't have happened if you let that douche get near her"

"you know exactly who eric is, yet you're the one that invited him to stay. that's not my fault"

"he was stranded! his pack abandoned him. i had to take him in, it wasn't an option"

"everything is an option"

"you should have been protecting her, like you're supposed to" he says and he dips the dark red washcloth in the bloody water bowl. he lets some of the water droplets drip onto my back. it soothed the pain.. that wasn't already healed by derek. 

.. he was right. it did ease some of the pain. 

wren rubs the washcloth over my back. thankfully he already got all the dirt out of the cuts, so now all he had to do was get all the blood off my back. then, bandage up the not so serious cuts. but he would have to stitch a few cuts. 

i'm not very fond of needles, so i wasn't too excited when he counted how many cuts he had to stitch.. i think it came out to around five or six. but then again, i've had many hospital experiences so when they mention needles i just close my eyes and tell them to get it over with.

when i was thirteen, and they told me i had to give blood for the first time i litterally had to have five nurses hold me down. then, they put me on some medicine that made me fall asleep. my mother broke my wrist that night.

anyways... 

"if you're going to stay, i suggest you try and fix the door. then when you're done with that you can sit in the chair over there and watch, as long as you control yourself" wren says.

derek nods and walks over to where the door lays. he picks it up and sets in back in the door frame. he rehitches it and walks over to the chair Wren pointed at.

derek watched everything wren was doing.

when wren was completely done, he cleans up everything he brought to this room and takes it downstairs.

i try to turn around and sit up but wren stops me. "not just yet. you need your rest" he says.

i nod and lay back down. 

wren walks out of the room and leavs me and derek in an uncomforatable silence.

he gets up and walks over to his dresser. he rumages through the second drawer and picks out a large black jack daniels t-shirt. he brings it over to me and sets it on the bed next to me.