Sadist vs. Masochist

Chapter 5

*Pipper POV*

Everything became flustered so quickly. The man in blue who sat back here began doing CPR. He started compressing his chest, hearing his ribs crack along the way.

In what seemed like an infinite minute later, we arrived to the hospital. The doors swung open, allowing the brisk winds to crash against my bitter skin.

"20 year old male. Wound on mid left thigh. Flat lined approximately 1 minute ago. Began compressions at that moment," the blue man stated.

One doctor, she was short and had black hair tied up in bun, straddled Isiah and began compressions again. "Somebody get me a crash cart."

The other doctor, he was tall with a long face, attended his wound. They began rolling the bed into the hospital and that's when he disappeared. Into a place full of sickness and sadness.

"Miss, he is going to be okay. Please come inside and have a seat in the waiting room," a woman spoke to me with a voice that could pierce your skin on the spot. Walking inside I asked a nurse if she could keep me updated.

"Of course hun. What is your husbands name?"

"Isiah," I began telling her when she cut me off.

"Oh yes, I was outside when I heard about this," she spoke over me.

The hours ticked as if days were taking there place. My eyes growing weary and heart still pounding, the head doctor walked out. His face seemed numbed, as if every death or injury has taken his heart with them.

"Your husband lost an enormous amount of blood ma'am. The knife cut through to his femur artery. He should've bled out in less than a minute. He's in there though, and needs you now more than you ever thought he has," he spoke. His speech quenched my heart.

"Where is he?"

He looked at me and pointed through two doors, "Go up a flight of stairs, make a right, two doors down on the right side."

His directions were confusing, but our connection always found each other. The walls were blank. The hallway lit up with a neon tint to it.

"Isiah," I said as the door slowly creaked open.

"Pipper, please come here," his voice sounded strong.

"Baby you're okay. I'm so sorry for everything," I replied.

"Hey, we're okay. Look at me, I get a battle scar." I shook my head at his reply. He patted down on the side of the bed that was empty. I went and slowly sat down. I scratched his arm lightly, sending him chills down it.

"Is there anything missing from the house?" he questioned.

"I didn't look. I went in the ambulance here," I said.

He looked at me with sadness in his eyes. He was scared too. I positioned myself laying down. His arm wrapped around my shoulders, holding me close to his neck.

"I love you Isiah."

I felt his cheeks go up as he smiled, "I love you too Pipper."

After sleeping for who knows how long, time fast forwarded when I was with him. A nurse who had strawberry blonde hair walked over to us. I was still in his arms when she took them off from around me.

"What are you doing?" Isiah snapped.

She looked at me with disgust, "To do our check up on you, she can't be in here."

"That's bullshit, don't touch me," he retaliated back. She reached for his waist and slid her thin hand underneath his white and blue gown.

I stood up immediately, reaching down and yanking her arm back up.

"Get the hell out of this room now," I yelled.

At this point the head nurse walked in.

"What is going on here?"

"You're so called 'Professional Nurse'; tried to touch him inappropriately," I fired back.

"Nurse Mary, step out of the room. Immediately," the head nurse demanded.

"I'm sorry, we will be back in an hour with a new nurse to take over," she informed me.

"Thank you," Isiah appreciated. He then looked me in the eyes with deep grey hidden in his eyes and face.

"Come here now," he demanded patting just above his dick. I nodded my head and followed his orders. He grabbed my waist with force and positioned me over him.

"Are sure this is okay? Should I lock the door?" my voice becoming paranoid. He wrapped his strong hand around my throat.

"Don't ever question me again. Understood?" His voice making me melt into an overload of wetness. He put his hand underneath my skirt which then revealed my soaking panties.