Born to Die

Chapter fourteen

Just a heads up this chapter contains some sexually explicit details in the second last paragraph (the really big one) so if anyone wants to not read it then yeah just don't read the last paragraph. 

By the time I reached the station, my calves were burning and my head was spinning, probably from blood loss. My jeans were stuck to the cuts and I tugged on them a little too rough to get them free, causing tears of pain to well up in my eyes. Just then, Zeke came out of the station and his eyes immediately fell on me. I suddenly became very self conscious of what a mess I must be.

"Hope, what... what happened to you? Are you crying?" I shook my head, but the look of concern on his face made it impossible to fight the tears and they fell down my cheeks. Within seconds he had closed the gap between us and wrapped his arms around me.

"Hey its okay. You're safe now.  I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." I nodded against his chest, trying to stop the tears but they kept coming. "Okay let's get out of here before someone sees you like this." He led me towards an alleyway, which led to the back of the station, where he had his car parked. It wasn't anything too fancy,  but I liked it, it brought me back to reality after living between sterile white walls and a luxurious condo for the past God knows how long. While he drove, Zeke kept looking over at me to make sure I was okay. He pulled into the driveway of a one story brick house. It was fairly nice and just had a very homey vibe to it.

"I like your house." I said, wincing as I said house from the pain in my calves as I got out of the car. Zeke frowned at me, not knowing what had caused the pain.

"My calves." I told him. He circled around me and knelt down behind me, touching them ever so gently.

"I need to treat them. Immediately. Whatever did that to you was poisoned." I nodded, not knowing what else to do as he quickly unlocked the front door and led me inside.

"Here lie down on your stomach on the couch. And take your pants off." He said simply, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"I'm sorry. You want me to take my pants off? Yeah no thanks, I think I'd rather die. Quite literally." My words were starting to slur and my head was doing cartwheels, making the room spin and my vision become unclear. Just before I hit the ground, Zeke was next to me, breaking my fall.

I woke up to yet more pain in my calves. I lifted my head, which was still spinning just not as bad and turned it as far back as I could to see Zeke dabbing a white cloth soaked in this horrible smelling liquid. Next to him were several more once white cloths, now stained red with my blood. I was lying on my stomach, on the couch, with my pants off, so I guess there was no point in resisting in the first place.

"Hey, you're awake. Sorry about the pain but I don't have anything to like numb it or whatever." I smiled weakly, trying to mask the pain. Now that the adrenaline was clean out of my system, I could feel just how excruciating the slashes were.

"No its fine, it doesn't feel that bad."

"You are a terrible liar." He replied, turning his attention back to my injuries.

"So I managed to identify the toxins in your injuries and make an antidote, which is this stuff right here. It should also soothe it a lot once I'm done so just bear with me for a bit, okay?" I nodded, biting down on my lip as he dabbed the towel onto my calves.

"Do you mind me asking how the hell this happened?" I obviously couldn't tell him the truth, he'd think I'm crazy! So I did what anyone would do, I lied through my teeth.

"I was taking a morning stroll and umm... this dog started chasing me. I was trying to get away from it and yeah I tripped backwards and fell onto like barbed wire or something, I dunno it just happened so fast." He nodded slowly.