Sweet Vengeance

Chapter 41- Mission Escape

-This book is a work of fiction. All names, locations and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance is entirely coincidental.

-This story is unedited so readers are expected to see some grammatical errors and spelling mistakes.

His hot breath brushes my lips but he didn't respond to my kiss. Of course, I expect that he wouldn't. Life is not a fairy tale that he would suddenly wake up after I kissed him.

I slumped on the chair as I lay my eyes on Timothy. He was sleeping peacefully and I hope he can recover quickly.

Two hours had passed and the doctor arrived with some blood test results but still, Timothy was asleep.

"There is no need to transfused blood," Dr Benjamin stated while reading some papers. A breath of relief escapes me and I sat beside Timothy while holding his hand.

Dr Benjamin explained the blood test results and thankfully everything went normal. After that, he instructed me about pain medication that Timothy will be taking and told me that it was normal for him to sleep because he was given sedatives. He removed the intravenous fluid attaching to Timothy and he assured me that he is now in stable condition.

Ellie brought me clean clothes and shoes to wear. A plain black shirt and tattered black jeans matching with navy blue sneakers. I asked her if where did she got it but she answered me with a shrug and smug grin on her face.

I was so thankful that Mr and Mrs Holmes were so generous and understood our situation. Of course, we lied and told them that Timothy was struck by a stray bullet in the hotel and we didn't elaborate much information for our safety. Also, I assured them that Mr Holmes will have his salary raise and will be compensated for his good deeds.

I stayed in the small room with Timothy with only a single wooden bed, drawer and chair as furniture. I made sure to keep my eyes on him while Ellie stayed outside in the small living room and sleep on the couch. The bed was small so I placed the chair beside it as I pillow my arms and closed my eyes.

However, my mind was wandering from earlier incidents. The thought that I killed someone made my stomach churned from inside but I remind myself that it was self-defence and it was either me or them who would die. I must not have felt guilty about it. They were criminals who probably killed my dad.

Then, my thought turned to Timothy. It was my fault that he was lying now on the bed. I cannot forgive myself if anything bad happens to him.

It was past midnight when Timothy woke up.

"How do you feel?"I asked the moment he opened his eyes, holding his hand.

"I'm feeling well now," he replied as he tried to sit but I stop him quickly.

"You need to take a rest Timothy," I stated as I stood up and grasped his arm.

"You don't need to worry Gabby," he caressed my face with the back of his hand then he stubbornly sat down while he groaned.

"Timothy!" I hissed in disapproval.

"Come on. Sit down beside me Gabriela," he pleaded to ignore my protest while tapping the space beside him. I sighed in defeat and sat beside him.

"You must be exhausted," he said while he intertwined his fingers to mine.

I gave him a small smile, fighting back the tears threatening to escape from my eyes, "I must say that to you. You lost a lot of blood earlier. I was so afraid that you would leave me, Timothy, " I replied in a cracked voice.

His pupils were dilating and all I can see were my reflections in his grey eyes. His intense gazed made the small hair on my arms rose. I know he felt the same way. Then he kissed me gently and passionately. His lips felt warm and soft. I couldn't get enough with it and I want to deepen our kiss but I remembered that he has a wound on his back. Instead, I explored his abdominal muscles with my hands and it feels lean and hard even he was sitting down.