The distressed love

Chapter 7: Nightmares

Ryland's p.o.v.:

As I closed my door, I finally started breathing again. I smiled to myself and sat on my bed. How bold was I too kiss him on the cheek and walk away like a savage. He's so kind and soft hearted yet I know he's strong and powerful. He looked so troubled in his mind, it's obvious but he just won't tell me. I wouldn't blame him because he's a man who has his secrets and problems, he's just met me.

I lay down and check my phone for messages. None. Oh well I should've expected that. I don't have friends to talk to, all of them changed on me, do I blame them? No, I had to much going on in my life. I was dragging them down with me. I turned off the lights and closed my eyes.

'Cramp'
'Pinch'

What the heck?! Am I on my monthly already ? I woke up and checked my calendar... sure enough today was the day to get my monthly. I get out of bed with a huff and walked into my bathroom, I dig under the sink in the far back for some stuff I needed. I did my business and washed my hands walking out I'm heading towards the kitchen about to get a glass of water to take the pill.

'Bump'

Who the...

"Marchaney?" I asked a little above a whisper

"I'm sorry I couldn't sleep and my back hurts terribly" he whispered in a aching voice

"Lemme see" I sighed knowing I wasn't ever gonna get any sleep

I turned on the lights in the living room

"Sit."I told him

He did it.

I pulled up his shirt from the back and ran my fingers over his stitches, he shivered. I noticed his wounds were bleeding a little bit and some stained blood on his skin. I got up and grabbed the first aide kit.

"Your wounds are bleeding, I'm gonna clean them and wrap you up. Why didn't you stay in the hospital? So you wouldn't have had this happen to you" saying a little bit frustrated at the stupid choice.

"I didn't want to be there, I wanted to leave." He said matter of factly

I sighed again.
I wrapped his wounds in stick bandages, and then wrapped a piece of cloth around his torso.

"Done" I said

"Huh?" He didn't realize much did he?

"I'm done" I said once again.

He stood up stretching his arms, wincing at the pain... oh right.

"Need some ibuprofen? It'll help the pain" I said going into the medicine Cabinet grabbing the bottle, I opened it giving him two.

"Thank you, why are you awake?" He asked wondering

"Girl problems, stomach cramping" as if on time my stomach cramped

I started feeling weak, and I felt like throwing up the contents in my stomach. I grabbed the edge of the couch holding my stomach. Marchaney came over and scooped me up into his arms.

"Put me down! Your stitches are gonna tear!" I yelled, he didn't put me down just kept walking towards my room. He laid me down on the bed and sat next to me. He pulled the covers over me, yet he was still outside the covers sitting there watching me.

"I'm gonna wait until you fall asleep, I'll keep you warm" he said softly, his French accent making my heart beat faster by the minute.

He ran his fingers through my hair and continued that movement over again. I felt my eyes getting heavy so I let the sleep take over.

Marchaney's p.o.v.:

She fell asleep.

I looked at her hair, to her perfectly arched eyebrow and to her closed eye lids. I looked at her nose and her pink lips. I smiled to myself and soon I fell asleep forgetting about taking my pills and my aching back.