Wolfsbane

38. Luca's on edge

Luca's eyes flickered open only to stare at the white ceiling of his room.

There was a horrible feeling in Luca's chest. A feeling of uneasiness, a feeling of sickness. No, a feeling of pain. He licked his lips, he could taste blood. His blood. Everything was groggy, it was like the room was covered in a thick haze. Luca was still disorientated. He remembered the pain, the desperation, he remembered his head slamming onto the ground.

He knew that there was one thing that mattered right now.

Melody.

He needed to find her. Luca didn't know whether he was angry, worried or scared. He wasn't sure which emotion could fully show all that he felt. Luca simply wanted to scream. He wanted to scream, and shout. He wanted to rip out Max Lim's throat, screw Andrea's plans to rebuild bridges with him.

Luca, attempted to sit up, only to be met with scorching pain, running through his shoulder blades. It felt like his entire left side was on fire. He slumped back in defeat, letting the pain run its course through his body.

He shot back up, attempting to pull himself forward. He swore heavily, distracting himself from the pain. The pain which was ripping the breath out of his lungs. It felt like his chest had been put through a garbage disposal.

Luca finally managed to sit up. He pushed himself over to the edge of the bed. He swung his feet onto the ground, he sat for a moment. The pain was still present, it was coursing through his body.

He sucked it up. His pain was marginal right now. It was unimportant.

She was important. She was what mattered right now.

He stood, pressing his feet onto the ground.

He let out a groan, his hand instinctively shot up to his shoulder.

He could feel the soft padding of gauze underneath his white T-Shirt,padding which he had been covered in far too often.

Luca needed to see the wound. He needed to know if it was infected, how bad it was. He needed to know when he could get out there and look for her.

He turned towards the door, pressing a hand against his shoulder. He already felt tired and he had just gotten up, after minutes of struggle.

He took a step towards the door, his leg shook as he transferred all of the weight. He nearly doubled over from the weight. He grit his teeth, knowing that he had much more distance to travel.

He made it to the door, just about. He wrapped his fingers around the doorknob, opening the door softly. He knew that if any of his sisters heard him they would force him back to bed.

He crept down the hallway to the bathroom, he switched the light on. His eyes adjusted to the bright white light, albeit they adjusted poorly. He closed his eyes slightly, it felt like the light was burning his eyes. He didn't fancy going blind.

He stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. To put it short, he looked horrible. His hair was a mess, hair was beginning to grow across his jaw, meaning that he must've been out for a few days rather than hours.

Days wasn't good. He had lost a few days. Days which Melody didn't have.

Luca gripped the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. He stared at the gauze, it was fresh, meaning that someone had changed it recently.