I reluctantly blinked open my eyes the first thing I felt was this sharp pain that pierced through my head. I realised I was on Leo. Literally, chest to chest, on the floor. His heart was beating so fast i thought it might just explode. I slowly lifted my head off his chest and looked up at him. He's eyes were squeezed shut and his hands were wrapped around me, holding me down. I was seconds away from death and to see his face again, made me feel like everything was going to be okay.
"Leo." I whispered and his eyes flew open. He stared down at me for a few seconds, looking like he's trying process the fact that we're both still alive.
"Is it over?"
"I think so."
He exhaled in relief and so did I. But within seconds, his face tensed up again. He pushed me off him and sat up, with a wince. What the heck?
"Have you lost your bloody mind?" He shouted.
"If I hadn't pulled you in you would've been fucking dead by now!" He added on. I just sat there and stared down at the kit. I was honestly mentally and physically drained, I couldn't be bothered to argue.
"A thank you would've been nice." I mummered and I heard him gasp.
"Thank you?" he said, sounding horrified. "After the stupid stunt you pulled, you expect me to thank you?"
"I swear to god Arden you're such a-" He groaned mid sentence and placed his hand on his wound.
"Fuck." he hissed.
He leaned his head against the counter and closed his eyes. Blood was flowing out from his wound and it was starting to stain his jeans. Dear god.
I quickly stood up, grabbed the first aid kit and placed it on the counter.
"Leo, you're bleeding onto your jeans you're losing too much blood. You need to get that wound dressed right now." I reached my hand out for him.
He opened his eyes and they were blazing.
"No I don't. I'm fine."
"Look, you can scream at me as long as you want after I dress your wound. Now can you please just take my hand."
"No."
He adjusted himself on the floor and winced. I rolled my eyes.
"So help me I will fucking drag you by your hair if you don't get up."
His mouth dropped open and he looked at me as though I had two heads. I folded my arms, feeling quite superior. For once.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard what I said. And don't think I won't do it."
"You do know you literally just said what I said to you a few minutes ago, right?"
"I'm counting." I raised my eyebrows at him.
"You wouldn't."
I reached out for his hair so suddenly and just as I thought, he covered his head with his arms.
"Jesus christ okay, okay I'll move. Just keep your damn claws away from me."
Wow, can't believe that actually worked.
"Ladies and gentlemen of ISA04, there are no further signals of bombings. I repeat there are no further signals of bombings. Area ISA04 is now cleared."
Thank fuck. I grabbed the first aid kit and walked towards the room. I turned on the lights and surprisingly, everything seemed to be in tact. Except for the wooden ornaments that fell from one of the shelves. I placed the first aid kit on the side table and made the bed by stacking three pillows for his head and one for his legs. I turned around, expecting him to be there but he wasn't.
