Female Robbery (Z.M)

13. aftermath

Alina P.O.V

For days Derrick secludes me the safe house. The doctor explained that in order to avoid hospitalization, I needed to be on bed rest for about two weeks uninterrupted. I made a big deal of being bored so Derrick gave me an option.

I could be up for five hours a day if I agreed to be put under by medication for the rest of the day. That way my body heals much faster and I'm not moving as much. I did as much as I could in those five hours to make it worth it. Everything and anything is painful to do.

To breathe hurt. When I attempt to get out of bed hurts like hell. Like a burning sensation that knocks you out of breathe, everytime. I've never appreciated the ability to be able to stand until now. A short walk to the bathroom was like a marathon for me.

All of this made me realize just how out of shape I'm getting. 

I take a deep breathe forcing myself not to give up while holding the rail that led to the pool. I want to be outside for an hour just to feel the sun. I felt like I lost color from being inside so much. I'm almost there when something on the opposite side of the glassdoor caught my attention.

Derrick is pacing back and forth, talking angrily into his phone. Someone must have really pissed him off. The way I'm seeing his face redden. Not my problem so I keep going finally reaching the pool room. I loved feeling the sun on me immediately. It was hard walking towards a chair without no support but I had made it this far already.

I let out a sigh of victory when I'm finally able to sit down. I'm able to enjoy a few minutes of peace and quiet until Derrick's voice came into my hearing. He passes the pool eying it until his eyes caught mine. Derrick stops going where he was to come in my direction.

I grumble under my breath but quickly make myself smile, so that I wouldn't have to deal with him for long. Derrick sits on a chair next to mine offering a gentle smile. He takes one of my hands into his bringing it up pressing kisses on it.

"How do you feel Alina?" He asks looking into my eyes with the most caring expression ever. I want to bash his head into something or maybe just claw his eyes out. The audacity this man has to ask me these things.

I want to shout, how the fuck does he think I feel?

I've never been hurt like this in my life. This wasn't even my fault because they were coming after him. I was collateral damage and it wasn't nice.

I repress my anger so that I wouldn't answer in a bitchy tone. Even though he deserves it, but I didn't feel like dealing with him, or getting lectured on how lucky I was to be here.

"Sore mostly. I came out to get some sun, it's too damn cold in the house." I answer partially truthful.

"How are your stitches?"

"Still intact."

"If it scars up ugly, I'll fly out the best plastic surgeon, I know to fix it." He murmurs reassuringly as if I care about that.

"I don't believe in cosmetic surgery. If it scars I'll learn to live with it and love it." I shake my head. The thought of going under the knife scared me and it wasn't something I wanted. Ever.