She groaned and pushed a finger against his chest. "Don't try to provoke me. You want to know to make fun of me. I am not giving in to a decieving son of a bitch."
"Do you even have friends?"
"I don't need friends, they make me weak and vulnerable...
He could listen to the beeping of the machines. At least he knew he wasn't dead. At least, he was in a hospital.
He felt the bed dip to his side and he managed to open his eyes.
His heart stopped. Alyona. His Aly. His heart.
She caressed the side of his face softly with her hand. Seb felt broken. Even more than he actually was.
She had been crying. His love was crying. She was crying for him.
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"Aly?"
"Yes, my love. I'm here."
"Where am I?"
Alyona leant down and kissed his cheek, she pulled back but she was still too close to him. She pushed back his golden locks with one hand and hid her silent sob against his neck.
"Hospital." She whispered and stopped breathing for a moment, trying to hear his heartbeat.
Seb frowned and shook his head. "I remember being shot."
"Three bullets on your chest." She nuzzled his neck, hiding her own emotional pain, hiding her silent sobs. "I almost lost you, Seb."
She pulled back and kissed his cheek softly. She looked at him with all the raw emotion she felt.
"Seb," she whispered, her fingers still combing through his hair. "You had it so bad, I had to give you blood two times. You almost died."
"Aly?"
"Don't speak, my love. You have to rest. Regain your strength. You're doing so well. Your wounds are healing nicely."
"No, I will heal, this is not the matter. Why would he try to kill me, Aly?"
Alyona shook her head. "Rest. I'll be here. With you, my love."
"You don't do that." He pressed even though still under the influence of the meds. "You don't go around shooting people. What is he doing? The corporation?"
She pulled back and smiled. It took her a moment longer to find her words and Seb managed a look down on himself. He thought he had been worse, but he was generally fine, he could actually move without much pain.
He gazed back up at her and waited.
"He is a drug dealer, Seb."
He thought he had heard wrong. "A what?"
"A drug dealer." She repeated silently. "How do you think he made all the money? Being a good charitable man? Or through his fund?" She huffed. "It's all fucking money laundering. The corporation. The team investment. And the worst thing is that I told him to do that." She shivered and pulled away from Seb. "I need a cigarette."
