What A Catch.

Chapter 75

Pov Casey

I sit up, my whole body burning from the movement, in a cold sweat.

Kurt keeps chasing after me. He wont leave me alone. I lie myself down again, drying my face and rubbing blood into my body. I think about standing up but then I think better of it and give up. It would hurt too much. The swelling in my face seems to have calmed down and so has some of my other swelling.

I flop into my wheelchair and use the wheels to attempt to move me out of the room, to get my drugs. I make sounds attempting to move across the carpet. Patrick has let me have the bed until Im better and not going to get hurt if he touches me. I think he also knows about me being super aware of my body and who touches me. He is nice like that.

Patrick knocks on the door and I call for him to come in. He is in his super cute cardigan and I smile at him.

"Do you need help?" He asks me.

"Yeah, kind of, I guess. I cant get out of this room. I need to get my painkillers and other tonne of drugs." I reply, shy.

"Ill drive you through then. Ill help you in the kitchen?"

"If you want. Dont waste your time."

He laughs before wheeling me off, out of the door, "dont be ridiculous."

He plants me by the kitchen table and I lift myself onto the high up chair.

"Hello there, Casey. Today in the store we have, 1 painkiller, 2 more painkillers, 3 antibiotics, 4 creams for burns and infections, 5 other pills that I dont know what they do." He messes around.

"Ah, hello, Patrick. I would like option 6, all of them!" I laugh.

"Well, here you go then!"

He puts out the boxes in a line and I take one of each of the pills, taking them one by one, a slow process.

I then take out the cream, lifting up the corner of my pajamas and rubbing some cream in. I hiss as it burns, yet I continue to inflict pain on my burns and sores.

When I look up, Patrick is watching me, a slightly painful look on his face.

"Dont be sad, Patty!" I say, touching his cheek, "Im okay."

He smiles and I remove my hand, and lower myself into my chair.

"I think its a record. Only took us, or me, half an hour!"

"What a record!" He says sincerely.

Pov Beth

I groan into Petes chest. Its light, must be morning.

"Arent you beautiful in the morning?" Pete whispers, a hint of sarcasm.

I snort, looking up at him, "Of course! Look at me!"

"Okay..."

We stop and he studies my face. His eyes are deeper brown than usual, a small amount of salt and pepper stubble sailing on his chin. He has an eyelash on his nose and I reach up, brushing it off.

He leans down and kisses me lightly.

"You are beautiful in the morning. Well, you are beautiful at night. Almost all the time."

"Almost?" I ask.

"When youre in pain. When you are sad, upset."

"Dont get me started on you." I whisper onto his lips.

"Irresistible all the time." He whispers back.

I open my mouth on his, forcing it open. His eyes locked on mine lustfully. I reach my hand to his face but he stops me with his hand. He hold my hands in his and I bury my face in his neck. He groans and I suck lightly, feeling his skin tingle. He presses his body against mine and breaths heavy on my shoulder. He controls my hands, placing them around his back. Our legs intertwine and he kisses down my neck.