Save Me Break Me || MYG

The Memories Fifty Two - Mint and Raspberry

After the doctor gave new sets of medications and had a talk with my parents, I insisted that they go home and rest. The whole night had been incredibly distressing, and our folks needed to recuperate. Mia's father allowed her to stay for the night. With his permission she definitely had no choice but to comply. It's the perfect excuse to have her all to myself, to talk.

Mia filled me in with the things I missed while I was unconscious. Apparently, Crane survived and was brought directly in jail, his wounds to be treated in its own hospital. Nats lost a lot of blood but currently stable and recovering here in the same facility. The Social Welfare successfully rescued his daughter, and she will stay with them until her dad's healed and waiting for the court's decision upon his participation on the murder case. I only caught the important parts as the rest of the story just passed by unnoticed because I had my eyes and my mind on something else.

Maybe the dress wasn't perfect for tonight. It was a bad choice, because right now, all I could focus on was that milky skin of her neck down to that roundness, that fullness, and that cleavage. I begged my mind to restrain itself, but again, it was stronger than I was.

Fixated and lost in a daydream, I slapped my face a couple of times to jump back to reality and disengage my infernal eyes off of those beguilling breasts that cause me nothing but trouble. I've never been extremely ashamed of myself. A while ago I was repenting for my sins, but here I was lusting over her for the nth time while she patiently catered to my needs, completely oblivious to the reasons for my restlessness.

"Yoongi, quit moving around, you'll dislodge your IV line." Mia scolded while she prepared my milk. I raised my hand higher, intentionally testing her patience.

"I swear If I see another drop of blood in that tubing, I'll pull that out myself along with your veins. BEHAVE," her tone more intimidating. She mixed the drink quite aggressively, the spoon loudly clanging against the glass.

"Sadist," I mumbled.

"Oh, don't try to test me," she threatened one more time, making me obey instantly.

I discovered that whenever I raised my hand, blood flows out into the IV tube and mixes with the fluid so I decided to have a bit of fun and play with it. My personal nurse warned me numerous times not to move my hand a lot because it may dislodge the IV catheter, as they call it, inside my vein and that they would have to reinsert it if it gets kinked. So when the blood stayed too long in the tubing, Mia smacked my head and called the nurse to get rid of the offending color and fix it.

Frustrated and irritated, she handed me the warm glass of milk without sparing me a glance, and sat at the far corner of the room with her arms crossed over her chest, making the plumpness of her breasts more prominent. I choked on milk, some of it shooting straight up my nose, the burning sensation travelling from my nostril to my throat.

"Oh my god, I'm s-so sorry, was it too w-warm? Here, let me clean you up..." She hurriedly pulled paper towels and wiped the spills, her rasperry fragrance hitting my senses and giving me a therapeutic effect. I don't know why but raspberry, or any berries, automatically associates with Mia as if that particular scent was made especially for her, just like Emily's sweet honeysuckle.

She got a fresh set of gown for me, but was frozen to the spot when she realized I was only wearing boxers underneath.

I smiled innocently.

She was dying internally, her eyes gave her away.

"Relax, Love. I won't do anything to you. And even if I want to do something to you, I can't, technically," pointing at my injury. She rolled her eyes before she padded towards my bed and putting the siderails down.