Hitman: Captured | #1 - HIATUS

► Chapter 6

Blue eyes observe the brawny build of a short blonde hair Hitman; his hips sway as he moves from one side of the kitchen to the other. Hands swift and diligent pouring ingredients on a pan while the other moves it around for the first few seconds before leaving it be and moving to the counter to cut more ingredients. All while wearing a grey tank top and sweatpants hanging around his hips loosely.

My head throbs terribly as the past couple of days but at least the tremors in my body have been decreasing. Fingers shake slightly, waiting in anticipation for the Hitman to finish making his breakfast and to be honest I may have or may not have switched the salt with sugar which is why I just asked for cereal. I chew on the coco puffs holding back the smile threatening to reach my face, wanting so badly to see his reaction when he eats his breakfast.

A bottle of Naproxen is beside my glass of orange juice, knowing the man would carry the Anxiolytics in his pocket to keep me from taking more than the dosage Alexei wants me. I rub my temples, stirring the spoon in the milk and round brown deliciousness floating about waiting to be in my mouth. Eyes drift away from the man, to the door and perk up when the brown hair doctor walks up with a small bag in one of his large hands that feel so gentle.

I can't help looking him over, wearing a white striped dress shirt unbuttoned below his collarbone, slacks hugging his narrow waist, and shaping his long toned legs. Rich olive green eyes meet my own flashing a polite smile, "Matty, how are feeling?" I freeze; not because his thick accent makes his voice raspier in a very appealing manner but because the nickname he gave me sounds...familiar.

I continue to soothe the throb in my temples, the pain in my thigh still soaring in my body after what happened yesterday, "Better now that you're here." I say sparing Neil a small glimpse who seems to be in his own little world of cooking while I sit at the breakfast bar eating cereal. My attention falls on Alexei who takes long strides to my direction, eyes on the bandage around my thigh visible by the thigh length shorts.

He places his bag on the white chair beside me, hauling it back for there to be enough space for him to stand in front of me and outstretching his hand to inspect the wound. "I might have to head out later, do you have any patients to take care of today?" Neil finally speaks; Alexei is lax, raising my leg earning a hiss pass clenched teeth. He flashes me an apologetic smile as this is inevitable since I'm sitting on a chair forcing me to handle the waves of agony increasing the shakiness in my hands and the pounding brain against my skull.

"Not all of them schedule appointments, Neil. Where's Frank?"

"Again, it's 'Damon' when I'm working, and Frank is busy, so he won't have time to babysit the kid." Neil answers in aggravation.

"I'm right here jerk." I snap, gritting my jaw both from pain and annoyance. "Where else would you be?" His mocking remark tempts me to throw my bowl of cereal at his head, but I really don't want to be thrown in another cold shower.

I yelp when Alexei nudges my wound and I snap my head down gaping at redness around the bullet area. When his fingers graze over it, it sends a hot achy tremble throughout my entire leg, "Swollen and a forming abrasion," He raises his head flickering his eyes to the back of Neil's head, "Do I want to ask?" He asks nonchalantly in a soft tone.

I note the way Neil's frame tenses, "He was being stubborn in taking his medication-"

"So, you forced Matt to take it when this treatment has to be entirely consensual. This is practically child abuse," Alexei's accent thickens at his clipped tone. Sparing me a glance he speaks again, "Dayte mne khoroshuyu prichinu, pochemu ya ne strelyayu v vas pryamo seychas." Give me a good reason why I don't shoot you right now.