No Feelings Allowed (Raihan x OC, NSFW)

27 - Daylight

Wasn't sure on the song to use and it's kind of last second, but I think it fits. I already used Taylor Swift's song, but the chapter title is kind of a play on of that song, too xD I'm weird, I know

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"Sam—you're awake."

The redheaded young woman turned her head from the hospital window toward the room entrance, and smiled at the tall, dark-skinned young man standing there, mouth agape. She didn't miss his arm set in a sling, and vaguely recalled he'd had been hit—just like her leg. Her thigh throbbed some from the injury, but the doctors had done a good job patching her up, although she needed to have a tube to let it drain until it healed on its own. They'd keep her in the hospital until then to make it easier, and to double check for any long-term side effects of the near concussion she'd almost had. That was the nurse and doctor had told her, anyways, when she woke up while they were changing her IV's.

That had been probably thirty minutes ago, during which time she decide to admire the view, watching the city of Hammerlock bustling down below. It was midday, so it was bright and lively, and the breeze was a little warm, but still cool coming through the window. Her day, though, was exceedingly brighter now Raihan was here. She couldn't stop her giggle as he practically sprinted over and used his good arm to pull her into an embrace. She returned it, nuzzling into his neck—and hoodie—and relished in his scent and warmth. It had pervaded her senses and into dreams, no doubt because he was the one to bring her here after recuing her from Aaron.

He'd been in her dreams, too; the gun to her head. She dreamed of what happened and all the ways it could have gone wrong or worse. In the end, though, it somehow changed and worked out, and Raihan and Darcy would burst in through the dark of the dream and smite him with the fury of a Dragon.

Not unlike the truth.

"Hey," she chuckled pulling back to press her brow to his. "Sorry I slept so long. I was pretty out of it."

"Just a little," he chuckled back and then closed his eyes with a sigh. "You scared me shitless, Sam... are you okay? Really?"

"They patched me up... but... I won't lie. I still feel... shaken—by what Aaron did," she replied, her smile weak. His cyan eyes opened, meeting hers; swallowing her. She didn't mind, though; there was only love and comfort waiting for her there. "A part of me can't believe he was.... So... so crazy."

"Hey, neither did I. I think only your sister really knew," he chuckled as he rubbed her back soothingly.

She snickered, "Of course. Darcy always had a bad feeling about him. Still.... He had a gun. I don't even know how he got one. It shouldn't be impossible and then he—fuck, Raihan he—he killed Rebecca. He told me, and I believe him. She tried to get away. I told her to get away because she was scared, but he killed her instead, and then—then he said... he killed others. Women. I don't know how many, but he killed them. I know he did, and... fuck.... I was so close to being one. He wanted to kill me—after he got my money. He was so obsessed, and I had to pretend to go along with him and even then, he shot me and he was going to kill me and then you an then---then—."

Her words were cut off by a sob and fresh tears that had formed as she spoke. They poured down her cheeks as she pressed her face to her hands, and then into Raihan's chest when he embraced her again. She wasn't sure if it was just her quivering or him, too, but her body shook furiously as the reality of things came down—of how close she came to dying; how close Raihan and Darcy cam to dying, too. It was so much. Too much. She could only cry, though. There was no one to fight; no monster to slay. Not anymore. He'd been eaten by a dragon.