When a Healer Loves a Killer

Chapter 12

      After I left my room, it was about time to check on everyone else. The girls were very curious as to what happened with Juuzou, and why he was back. I explained everything in a way that wouldn't get them fired up, and they thanked me for taking such good care of him. I felt guilty, I mean, it was kind of my fault that Juuzou went back to the field and hurt himself.

    I checked on the critical condition patients in the living room. Two of them could talk now, but they got tired very fast, so all I did was check all of the medical records with them and give them painkillers. They thanked me for letting them stay with me, and one of them kept winking and smiling at me. Was this his attempt at flirting? Because, yikes.

    The family room boys were watching the Barbie movie when I walked in. It was quite the sight to see. "Don't judge us, (y/n). We are bored out of our minds and this movie is surprisingly well made!" He said defensively, while some of the men nodded and some of them kept their eyes on the screen.

    "Oh I agree 100% sir. This is one of my favorites." I said reassuringly, putting my hand on his shoulder and beginning to watch the movie with them.

    The story surrounded two women who looked the exact same and struggled with finding their purposes in the world, wanting more out of life. (Bonus points for whoever guesses which Barbie movie I'm referencing tehehehe.) After watching the tv with the men for about fifteen minutes, I checked on all of their injuries and went back to my room so that I could check Juuzou's injuries for new infections.

     I opened the door slowly and closed it quietly, turning off the light in my room and walking to the sleeping boy. I didn't want to wake him up, I mean, he didn't exactly fall asleep easily, and he healed a lot faster when he wasn't conscious. I was tired after the long day I had had too, so instead of waking Juuzou up, I grabbed a pillow from the bed and took my place on the floor, being weary of my new injuries and laying down on my back, looking up to the ceiling and letting my brain wander through my thoughts.

My eyes fluttered closed.

. . .

"Aaron please, put the drink down. I'm sorry"
"No. You're not. You never are."
"I don't know what you want me to say."
"Nothing! For once in your life just shut up!"
He brought his hand up and hit the side of my face, making me look to the wall and hold it in pain. He walked towards me and I pushed him away, holding an angry look on my face. He became furious and charged me, choking me and throwing me to the floor before kicking me in the stomach. "Don't you ever lay a hand on me!" He growled, grabbing my wrist with one hand and letting his drink fall to the ground so he could grab my face and make me look into his eyes.
"I'm sorry Aaron, I'm sorry I really am."
He roughly let go of me and stood up to his full height, towering above me. "Then prove it."
I looked down and took a deep breath. "Get in bed. I'll clean this up and be up in a few minutes." I said through shaky breathes.

. . .

Aaron again? God. Why didn't I fight back? I could've beaten him by hitting his pressure points easily. Was it because I needed Jay to have a roof over his head? Maybe. Or maybe I genuinely thought that he loved me, and even worse. I loved him.

    I sat up and realized I had worked up a cold sweat and started to cry in my sleep again. Great. I stood up and took a tissue from my nightstand, pushing it to my eyes to get rid of the tears and throwing it in the trash.