Descent

Chapter 28 ~ Boyfriend Material.

I did quite well patching up Oliver I think to myself as I glance into the lounge for the eighth time since he had succumbed to his exhaustion and passed out back on the couch only an hour after breakfast. 

I had managed within that hour to find a long-sleeve shirt and turn it into a wonky sling, much like what I had the first time I was taken.

Although the sling I had was much tighter and overall of a better quality, I have a suspicion that Oliver was the one to mend me last time after popping my wrist back in place.
If only he could remember his own first aid training.

Next, I focused on his head.
This was harder to find a bandage for, I eventually settled on a scarf to wrap around his head but the material was too thin to keep pressure on the wound.
It would bleed through in minutes.

So thinking on my feet I unravelled a pair of clean white socks and using the thicker material directly against his bleeding cut the scarf was then wrapped multiple times around his head to hold everything in place.

I'm planning to change the socks at least another two times today and another two tomorrow, depending on the bleeding and hopefully that's enough to at least compel the wound to start congealing and then eventually healing.

Oliver may look a little silly shrouded in various clothing but it's worth it and it's the least I can do considering that he was put through all of this pain because Rosik is possessive of me.

While I was attempting to mend Oliver he tried to find out more about his life and I felt embarrassed by how little help I was.

Oliver asked about his parents, his hobbies and even if he had any allergies to be aware of and I realised that I couldn't provide a single answer.

I used to doubt if Oliver was good at his job.

I used to believe that he stood out far too much and made far too many mistakes but one thing he was incredible at was keeping himself a mystery.

He was capable of making you feel close with him without actually gaining a single fact about him.

Hell, he confessed his love for me and I don't even know if he's single.
He could have a wife already out there, kids perhaps waiting for their Dad to come home from his newest case.

I severely doubt it but it shows just how bad I am as a cop.
I'm supposed to be inquisitive and be a good judge of character, I let my guard down far too quickly.

"You shouldn't keep staring at him. If Rosik finds out then he'll get mad." Dana suddenly calls out from the kitchen doorway and I jump on the spot, exhaling lightly before turning and making my way towards her.

As if on cue I hear the elevator doors ding behind me and both Dana and I tense at the sound, Dana's expression turning into a stoic mask with only her elevated breathing showing her true emotion.

Turning on the spot, I block Dana and face the elevator, arms crossed and unsure what kind of mood Rosik will be in.

The door glides open and if possible I feel my body grow even more rigid as someone steps out of the contraption that I certainly wasn't expecting.

"Eddie?!" I exclaim and my hand brushes against my stomach in a daze as my nightmare slides back into my focus like a demon on all fours.