The Enhanced

Chapter Forty One

Aiden's P.O.V.

A jolt from beside me sends me nearly flying off of the bed and in a heap on the floor, I catch the duvet just in time before I receive a sizable bruise on my shoulder.

Rolling back over, securely on the bed, I sigh and tare up at the ceiling. It was still dark and I could hear Juliet breathing beside me, fast asleep. The sound of her breathing was undeniable, it was shallow and quick but also deathly quiet.

I roll over to face her and take a small hand in my own. In reaction, she lazily rolls to fce me, even in her unconscious state. I find myself smiling and give her hand a small squeeze. I wasn't really sure what I was doing anymore. We were running away from practically the whole country, just Juliet and I. Everything felt so surreal.

Time passes slowly but I feel myself slowly relaxing and drifting back to sleep.

Another jolt wakes me, possibly a second or an hour later. Juliet shuffles and moans in her sleep as usual, mumbling to herself. I don't bother to listen, I know I won't want to hear wht she says. I have little knowledge of her past ans the place she came from, but I can tell from what I do know that I do not need details. And Juliet will always prefer me to stay in the dark about her past.

The sun was starting rise outside, so I must have slept a while at least. Tired and stiff, I stretch my body out and reach upwards, letting out a small groan, before settling back down and snuggling into Juliet's shoulder.

I reach for her hand but make contact with something wet. Immediately, I sit up and stare at Juliet in the limited light. There was definitely something wet on the duvet. My mind jumps to lady problems and periods and I nudge her gently on the arm. She stirs slightly but doe not wake, and I nudge her more purposefully.

She wakes up and jumps up from the bed, standing stock straight, surveying her surroundings. She looks to me with wide eyes, "What's wrong?" she hisses, quietly.

Before I can answer she raises her hand to her mouth to cough but cries out in pain, holding her other hand to her stomach. I watch as she attmept to stifle it while gripping at her abdomen. I stand up and round the bed and hold her up before helping her to sit back down on the bed. Instead of talking, I show her the small patch of blood on the duvet that had soaked through. She glances down at her own clothes and, sure enough, blood has soaked through much of her pyjamas.

She glances for a moment, before muttering, "my stitches have opened up," in a seemingly calm manner.

I involuntarily let out a small 'oh' sound, and she gives me a small mile.

"I'm losing quite a lot of blood, Aiden. I need you to run to any store you can find and get some supplies for me to help me stitch it back up," she asks, quietly.

"Maybe we should just go to a hospital," I suggest.

She shakes her head violently and gives a pained look, "we can't risk it, they might realise who we are, and believe it or not, it's hard to flee from a hospital. They have security guards. It would be over for us, I'm sorry we can't. They'd split us up, take me away and ock you up in jail or worse," she warns.

I pat her shoulder and nod, "Yeah, sorry, I know, I'm just worried. Write a list for me and I'll get it all," I say, passing her pen and paper while I pull the first clothes on that I can see, which are hopefully mine and not hers.

She hands me the list and I scan it over before and I raise my eyebrow straight away. "And who will be stitching you back up?" I ask, glancing at Juliet over the paper. She was sweating profusely now and I could hear her laboured, pain filled breaths from here.