Caliber

Chapter 14

~hello my amazing readers! Thank you for reading this! I'm going to put more details in the coming chapters to fill in some of the gaps in the story. Also they will be more focused on Kane and Anaya. Will what happened finally force him to open all the way up to Anaya? And will the cartel come after them?~

Dj and Anaya walked to his apartment, he had to lean on Anaya because of the pain from the stab wound. Dj grunted from the pain as he dug out his keys from his duffel bag. He raised his arm with the keys to unlock the door and his hand started shaking. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his legs buckled. He collapsed against the door and slid down.

"Derek!" Anaya exclaimed, she dropped his skull mask. Bent down and pressed her hand against his forehead. He was burning, he looked up at her breathing hard. She took the keys and unlocked his door and pushed it open. Derek fell backwards onto his back.

"Shit! Sorry!" Anaya exclaimed as she prepared to pull him into the apartment. All he did was grunt and she glared at him.

"Flesh wound my ass, I'm calling your sister."

"No....we need to get this....med kit is-"

"I know where it is, you big dummy" Anaya said then walked away.

"First you get shot, then you get stabbed, you know that armor you wear has yet to impress me." Anaya said as she got the med kit from the bathroom. Derek grinned up at her as she came back, he had managed to get all the way into the apartment and had shut the door. But he'd left a trail of blood.

"Mask is still....outside" with a trembling hand he started to undo the clasps on his armor. Anaya bent down and started to help him.

"There's....clasps... make the....chest piece.... two pieces." He was starting to miss words, they got the top half of the armor off. And Anaya got a good look at the wound and she cussed.

"This a bad wound Derek"

"Could've....had....worse"

"Derek you've lost alot of blood, sit tight and I'll be back." Anaya said and went to his kitchen and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, she came back and tipped his head up.

"Take a swig, you're going to need it" Anaya said and he listened and when he was done. She poured a good amount of the whiskey on the stab wound.

"SHIT!" Derek exclaimed as he closed his eyes tight and grunted from the pain the whiskey caused. Anaya snapped on gloves, took gauze and dried the wound.

"It cleans the wound, but unfortunately it makes it bleed more."

"No shit!" Derek said through clenched teeth. Anaya grabbed the numbing agent and sprayed on the wound and Dj grimaced then it took affect and he calmed down. Until Anaya got ready to stitch it. He tried to scooted away and Anaya put down the needle. She bent and kissed him then looked him in the eyes.

"Dj, look at me, it needs stitches, I'll spray some more numbing agent on it. But please let me close it or you'll bleed out, please you're safe." Dj nodded and Anaya sprayed more of the numbing agent on it then started stitching the cut closed.

"You're.... not freaking.... out" Dj said and Anaya looked up at him. She smiled a little then went back to the stitching.

"Oh, I'll fall apart in due time, but not until I get you taken care of." Anaya said and a tear slipped down her cheek. She tied the thread and cut it then covered the stitches in antibacterial ointment. Then she grabbed more gauze, covered and down taped it over the wound.

"You know...... your stuff"

"Well, I have a brother that insisted that I learned to care for wounds. Let's get you to the couch," Anaya said avoiding his gaze. They managed to get to the couch and Anaya placed to pills in his hand.