Through The Pain

32 | Perfect

Cat

I woke up feeling a little bit better. I don't know how many times I passed out from pain and tiredness but every time I open my eyes, Nate is there either sitting or lying beside me.

I don't know how long he has been here and I am not sure if he has left ever since he came here. But I could see that he had changed clothes twice now. I have a feeling that he hasn't left since every time I wake up he is there.

I never got to ask him whenever I woke up because I don't have the energy to even speak.

And how did I even get to lay in his chest? I must be feeling better now if I don't feel uncomfortable in this position.

My heart flutters when I raise my head and look up to see him watching me. His other arm is under his head while the other one is wrapped around me.

"How are you feeling, love?" He asked softly with worriedness in his eyes.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard him call me 'love'. I have been hearing his endearment ever since he came but never had the energy to confront him about it. Not even until now.

"Better," I said, not moving or looking away from here. I know I shouldn't be in this position but I don't want to move away from this warmth. "How long has it been?" I asked as my eyes roamed around my room until I found the wall clock. The hand strikes six not sure if it is six in the morning or at night. I can't even see outside the window because the curtains are drawn.

"Four days," He said, making me look back at him with a wide eye. I can't believe I've been in and out in four days. I know I have woken up a couple of times and during those times Nate never left my side. He feeds me and helps me change clothes. But other than that, I never counted how many times I fell asleep or even asked what time of day it was.

"You never left?" I asked, feeling my heart starting to swell at the thought of him not leaving my side during those times.

He shook his head. "I'm not going to leave you, love," He said with firmness as if making a promise.

I suddenly blushed. "Don't call me that," I said avoiding his gaze, then my eyes landed on his laptop on the bedside table indicating that he really hasn't left my side and even brought his work here.

"Don't call you what, love?" He asked with a frown. His arm started to move up and down my arm.

Damn! He is playing ignorant. "That!" I snapped still avoiding his gaze as my face turned redder.

"Love?" He asked indifferently.

I just rolled my eyes. "Yes,"

"Why?"

"It's not right," I said, starting to feel irritated and uncomfortable.

"How can you say that calling you the way exactly I feel about you is not right? If anything, it was just perfect," He said, boring his eyes on me.

My eyes widened and I felt dumbfounded. What does he mean? What the hell does that mean? Yes, he wanted to date me but does that mean that?

He sighed then he shifted from his position so that he is now lying on his side, facing me. But he never releases me, instead, both of his arms are now wrapped around my body and I am still lying on his arm.

I gulped the knot that formed in my throat when I felt his breath on my face. My heart beats louder and I am sure that he could feel it considering that my chest is pressed against his.

"I love you, Catherine," He confessed and I felt like I was having another flare-up. But he is not done yet. "The moment I saw your beautiful face during that video call, I already felt that pull towards you. It was something I cannot explain. I always think of you, dreaming of you to the point that I wanted to fly here immediately just to see you."