Blind Desires

In His Eyes Chap.14

This is smexy time! xD ... and also the chapter before the grand finale *cries a river* ... Don't forget to vote and comment, my darlings! The end is coming soon! (not talking about 2012)
-Shax <3

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In His Eyes Chapter Fourteen.
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The next morning, I was at the hospital earlier than before. I wanted to spend as much time as I had with Micah. Today I had to meet with some people interested in my work, so I would have to leave Micah’s side earlier that usual. I had tried to get Chris to handle it, but the CEO wanted to talk to me personally. I was starting to think that losing this account was the right thing to do, but if Micah found out he would be pissed.

A nurse was checking on Micah when I opened the door to his room. She smiled at me and wished me a good morning. I nodded and she left me alone with my beloved. I sat next to him and caressed his face. His nose was nearly healed and the bruises on his face were turning a light greenish and yellow. Micah would have to wear a cat on his leg and his hand, which I knew he wouldn’t like one bit. The ribs were healing nicely, so the doctor had removed the plaster he had placed around Micah’s torso.

Micah looked like a sleeping angel.

“If only my angel would wake up soon,” I whispered and kissed the back of his hand.

The ventilator started beeping and the heart monitor seemed to be beeping faster. I glanced down at Micah, he was gagging. His eyes were closed as he fought off the tube.

“Someone call the doctor! Micah… Micah, baby, calm down. Where in the fuck is the doctor?!”

I tried to calm him down by caressing his hair. I wanted to pull the damn tube out of his throat but was afraid of hurting him in the process.

The nurse that had been checking on Micah when I got here rushed inside along with two other nurses, “Move, sir, we need to take the tube out.”

I stood aside as they worked on Micah. The ventilator was still beeping, making me anxious. My eyes were glued to Micah’s face, a tear sliding down his cheek. His pulse had quickened, almost matching mine. The nurses quickly took out some of the tubes from Micah’s body and replaced them with only one. This had to mean that he was awake. Micah was going to be okay.

I let out the breath I had been holding and was next to Micah within a second.

“Micah… Micah, please wake up, baby.” He still had his eyes closed. Why wasn’t he opening his eyes if he was awake? I glanced at the monitors, not understanding a thing about them, and down at Micah.

“Micah, forgive me,” I whispered I caressed his hair. The machine went off again, scaring me half to death. “Micah, calm down, please. I’m right here,” I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. He was warmer than he had been before.

“Dimitri,” I heard him whisper in a raspy voice as tears streamed down his cheeks. I thanked the heavens for letting Micah live, and claimed his lips in a passionate kiss.

For the next hour or so, I had to wait in the waiting room while Micah was being examined, fed, questioned, and taken down for some tests. I was nearly chewing on my nails when they finally came back to his room. Micah seemed less confused about everything that had happened and the cops left with his statement. The moment the cops, doctors, and nurses left I enveloped Micah in a tight hug, burying my face in his neck.

“I missed you so fucking much,” I whispered against his neck. Micah tightened his arms around me and kissed my shoulder.

“Forgive me, Dimitri, please forgive me.”

I pulled back and kissed Micah’s tears away, “I’ve got nothing to forgive you for, baby. The one that needs to be forgiven is me. If I hadn’t left then you wouldn’t be here.” I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.