💗ONLY MINE 💗

EPISODE 73

~LEONA~

I rushed to the front to open the door for him.

"What are you about?" He scowled slightly.

"Opening the door for you," I replied. Yeah. I know how that sounds thanks to gender roles but he's hurt.

" I'm driving. I'm not handicapped." He said with finality in his tired voice but he pouted.

" Are you crazy? I can't let you drive." I argued. His entire shirt was almost soaked with blood.

" No, I'm already injured, I can't afford to get thrown into a ditch." The difficulty with which his voice came was visible this time.

"And what exactly do you mean?" I frowned.

"Exactly what you're thinking."

Only If he knew how good I am behind the wheel.

" Then it'll be better if I throw us into a ditch than allow you to drive in this state." I rounded the car and sat behind the wheel. Fortunately, the key was already in the ignition.

I waited for him to join but he just stood there. God! This man.

"What are you still standing there for?" I groaned in irritation.

"I don't... trust you to drive us." He lets out.

I thought of a comeback but if I do so, we'll never get out of here and his wounds will never be treated. Worse, he's losing so much blood and yet he's unconcerned.

" I give you my word."

"Come over here." He instructed calmly, trying to mask his pain but it was clear through his bloodshot eyes and the difficulty with which he spoke.

"Huh?"

"Just come here."

I got out and walked to him.

" Kiss me?" He asked and managed to pull me towards him with his bullet-free hand.

What!

" What is wrong with you?" I wailed, astounded by him.

" You're about to drive so don't you think I deserve a kiss before I die?"

I blinked as tears welled up in my eyes.

Why's he talking about dying? I couldn't bear to hear that.

"If.. that's.. the case then you should drive, I was only concerned.. because.. because you got shot and I didn't want to complicate your injury. I'm sorry." My voice cracked and I looked away from him.

I knew he might only be joking but thinking of him dying is too much for me. I don't even wanna think about it.

"Hey, what's wrong? I just wanted to play around a little."

" This is not the time, Dave," I whispered through clenched teeth. "You're injured and you want to play around? Don't you care about your health? Don't you care about me?" I was crying and I didn't even know why.

He got hold of my arm when I tried to leave.

"You're being emotional over nothing. I'm sorry, you can drive okay."

I stared briefly at him and then shaking my head, I walked back to the driver's side.

Had it been a normal day, I wouldn't have complied.

He sat beside me and I pulled up from the sideway. It was then I realized that I didn't know where we were or where to pass.

"Dave, I don't know which direction to go," I whispered but kept driving.