Finding You.

CHAPTER 14

SOMILA

I sit on the floor next to him and take his bottle, having a drink as well, then take the gauze from the saline, and gesture for him to show me where he got stabbed. Placing the gauze on his wound, I gently apply pressure so that the saline solution may disinfect it. It's as deep as I expected it would be, and I can make out white cartilage. "Mhmm, fuuuuuck." he says through gritted teeth as the saline enters his wound.

Gosh... the way he dragged that word, clenched my insides and made me shift closer to him involuntarily. I repeat the process, and gain another raspy growl from him, and then he calls out my name in his strained voice. Why is this turning me on so much? I want to hear him calling my name like that again. I have an inner battle with myself, contemplating on whether I should or... okay just one more time, and then I'll stop. As I'm about to repeat my secret torture, he touches my hand to stop me from applying pressure.

I'm forced to look up at him, only to find his burning gaze on me. Our eyes meet, locking for a minute too long- red eyes filled with intoxication and pain, meet with dark chocolate eyes that are filled with desire and need. "I'm sorry I said you were right, that's not what I meant exactly... Yes you are different to any other girl I've been with, different in every way possible." His tone is serious, his face stern. "Aya, you don't have to explain yourself to me. I'm just a girl you randomly met recently." I know that I overreacted a bit, but I won't admit it to him.

"No please wait, let me finish..." he takes another swig, as if trying to find some courage from the bottle. This makes me nervous... this is surely the part where he tells me that he just wants us to be friends. Im sure that to him, no girl is worth dealing with a psycho druggie. I grab the bottle from him and drink as well.

"Somila you're different and that's why I... I love you. You care about things that matter, you're funny, enthusiastic and so damn beautiful. What makes you more beautiful is the fact that you don't even realize it." He stops, as if trying to choose his words. "You challenge me, unlike all of them... and somehow, as much as you said you're not easy to love, I have fallen madly in love with you already." Fuck, he's not supposed to fall in love with me.

The very moment I allow myself to believe that a man like him could fall in love with a woman like me, I stop myself from even going there. This will only bring me more emotional pain and I don't need anymore of that. I don't take what he says seriously since he's drunk. Instead, I dip the gauze into the saline and apply pressure to his wound again, gaining strained moans and curses.

"You're in too much pain to finish stitching this yourself." I note, once the wound is cleaned. "Then you do it for me." he says as he takes his drink again "What?" I am caught by surprise by his request. "Please Mila, if I sleep with it like this then I'll lose more blood."
"You need to go to the hospital Aya, I've never done this before, and I haven't a clue as to what I should do." I try to reason with him, but he seems to be as stubborn as I am - this should be interesting. "I'm a doctor, I'm right here and I'll tell you what to do... just no hospitals please." He pleads with me and I'm frantic. I take the whiskey from him and take a long drink, pouring the burning liquid down my throat and into my liver. "Okay." I finally agree. When I put down the drink, I'm a little tipsy and more brave now.

I'm piercing into his skin, I shut my eyes and turn my face away from the sight, my teeth gritted. "Mila, you have to look or else you'll do it wrong, then I'll probably get an infection and die." He teases, lightening the mood and managing to calm me down. I slowly open my eyes, looking at the horizontal wound on the side of his ribcage caused by my drug addict ex-boyfriend. I had seen him taking drugs once...
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