Gone Too Soon (Police Officer/Delinquent Relationship) BOOK 2

Chapter 38

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"I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning."- The Perks of Being A Wallflower

Levi and I spent a long while researching on the computer that time completely slipped by. When I looked at my phone, it was 1AM and Levi said there was no way he was going to let me leave at this hour.

I didn't feel up to driving anyways.

I sat up on the mattress, wearing a shirt that swallowed me, Levi's boxers hiding underneath.

I froze when the bathroom across the hall opened and Violet emerged from it, buttoning her blouse. I swore Levi went in there not even a few moments ago.

I was thoroughly disgusted.

The more time I spent here-- the more I came to realize that Levi and Violet have made their own little lives--together.

Levi walked back into his room with a first-aid kit in tow, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. He tugged his shirt over his head, but it got stuck and he started to wince from the pain of his wounds.

"Shit!"

"Don't be a little baby Levingston," I teased, kneeling beside him to help him free his head from the shirt. "You know Violet should be helping you with this." I sat back on my heels and looked down at his chest. I took one look at his bloody gauze and I wished there was a way he could go to the hospital for treatment. My eyebrows knit together, "Are you sure you can't call Luke and ask him what else he can do to help you?"

"It keeps opening up, that's all."

"It's not going to heal with gauze and polysporin. Pain medicine won't make it heal either. "

"I know, don't worry about it."

I just hate when he does that, tells me not to worry but he gives me every reason to be.

Every day he looks at it, the gauze is drenched in his blood and his wounds are still infected.

This can't be normal.

This can't be healthy either.

I rolled my eyes, and laid down on the mattress, crossing my arms over my chest. "You know," I sat upright in bed and glared at him, "I need your help but I don't need your help if you're going to push yourself until you die." I'd rather fight this battle alone.