Mayhem

Ch 15

Once our lips connected, it took him by surprise as his hand stopped pushing the hair out of my face. I cupped his chin gently as I leaned into him, and he had to catch himself from falling back. His hand slid down my back just before he pushed himself up and pulled me back. "I'm so sorry." I said, shooting to my feet and backing away. Nearly falling again, I limped on the leg that was cut and watched as he quickly got to his feet and came over. I couldn't believe I just did that!

"We need to get you cleaned up. You're muddy, drunk, and injured." He said, coming to scoop me up once again.

"No, I don't need help. I don't need your help." I said embarrassed and hurt, watching his jaw tick in annoyance.

"You're an annoying drunk." He huffed before scooping me up anyway and heading back for the house. "By the way, we're now stuck here until you finish your pills. So it looks like we now have a few more days of solitude." He huffed, stepping on glass and hearing it crunch beneath his shoes. "You got rum too?" He sighed, moving on and bringing us inside.

"I'm sorry Adrian." I said quietly, I didn't want to add more time for us here. Then I could feel myself start to cry, and it caused him to flinch. "No more alcohol, it makes me soft." Laughing now only seconds later, he sighed and I could see him nodding as we got out of the elevator and turned toward the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" I asked, staring hard at him as he set me down on the toilet and started turning on the shower.

"You're covered in mud and soaking wet, you need to rinse off." He said before marching over to my room and loudly rummaging through my things. "Do you even own pajamas?" He yelled from my room, his voice echoing a thousand times over and giving me a headache.

"It's fine, I don't need um." I said as I stood up and walked into the shower.

"What'd you say?" He called, huffing as he marched over and found me just sitting under the warm water exhausted and fully dressed. "You're killing me." He sighed, rolling up his sleeves and removing his shoes as he squatted down and moved my hair out of my face. "I know you're tired, you're gonna have to go to sleep some time. No one knows what ever it is you're seeing in those dreams but you, but I can tell that they're horrid enough to make a crazy woman like you scared."

"I can't." I whimpered, sitting my head against the wall and closing my eyes as the water splattered against my face.

"I'll be close by, nothing's gonna get you on my watch." Speaking gently, he took a wet cloth and started wiping down my exposed skin while avoiding the part that hurt. "I'm gonna need to clean that up, you got some glass in your leg." He frowned, gently lifting my leg so that he could take a better look at it and stopping once I flinched. Turning off the water, he helped me to stand and then grabbed his shirt that I was wearing and started to wring it out.

The movement to grab the shirt from me, and our close proximity caused me to get hot. My breathing hitched when he let go and reached for another section of the soaking wear shirt to wring out. Once he was done, we stared at each other in silence for a few moments before he shook his head and suddenly lifted me from the shower and sat me on the counter.  Gently gripping my waist, he pushed me as far back as I could go and gained some distance between us as he held my leg out to see what all needed done. Finding our first aid kit, he apologized in advance as he pulled out the shards of glass and started to pour alcohol to help clean the wounds.

I on the other hand was having flashbacks between Mr. Twelve and Bomgardi, and could feel my breathing picking up in pace as I gripped the counter for support. I hadn't even realized that my foot had been wrapped and Adrian had been trying to get my attention until I felt myself being slid to the front of the counter and two big warm hands cupping my face. "Hey." He called, finally getting my attention as I stared back at him with my look of horror. "Relax, it's done." He said, looking into my eyes for any sign of acknowledgement.