You Belong to Me

The Next Morning

Kai's POV

"Shut the fuck up or I'll end you." I barked into the phone while trying to wake Evie still.

"Woa, sorry man. I was just playin. It's unusual for you to be done only after an hour." The intimidated voice of my friend Roy spoke through the phone.

I hadn't looked at a clock so I took his word.

"Just shut up and listen. What's open right now? I need food. Now." I asked harshly, getting worked up because I realized that Evie must not have eaten lately and her blood sugar must've dropped dangerously low, causing her to pass out.

I kept wiping her face gently with the cold cloth before folding it and placing it back on her forehead.

"Uh... pretty much everything, boss. What do you want? Pizza? Chinese?"

I turned my back on her momentarily. "Pizza. Make it fast." I ended the call before he could ask anymore stupid questions so I can focus on trying to get her to wake up. I lost track of time but it couldn't have been more than five minutes since she fainted.

Her pulse was steady and her breathing even, so she should be okay. Right? When should I call 9-1-1?

Evie's POV

I could hear a voice, it was faint and fuzzy but close to me.

Finally my eyes fluttered open so I could see who was talking. I stretched lazily and looked over, Kai was standing by the bed but had his back turned to me.

"Pizza. Make it fast." He spoke in a clipped tone to whoever was on the phone before ending the call and turning to look at me.

His face froze like he'd seen a ghost.

I sat up worriedly. "Kai? What's wrong? Everything okay?" I asked hurriedly.

His expression changed and I couldn't tell if he was annoyed or amused. "Sweetheart. Do you have any idea what just happened?"

I curled my brows and looked around, noticing tiny things that were different. I was still on the bed but tucked under a blanket and I saw that Kai was back in his jeans. I reached up and felt the cold wetness of a washcloth on my forehead.

When did he...?

Finally I asked. "What happened?"

He sighed. "You passed out during sex. Please tell me that's not something you do often. Are you okay?" He reached a hand out to remove the compress and felt my forehead.

"Um. I think I'm okay? I don't know, I've never fainted before." I realized my voice was shaking and the room was beginning to spin uncontrollably. I laid back down to steady the nausea coming on.

"Evie. I need you to answer me honestly." He sat on the edge of the bed next to me, replacing the washcloth on my forehead. "When was the last time you ate something?" He looked at me intensely and I knew if I answered truthfully he'd be upset.

"Uh well... I had a sandwich earlier." Remembering my dinner last night.

"Yeah? What time was that?" He asked, already clearly seeing through my bullshit.

I mumbled. "Last night."

His eyes flashed angrily. "Last night? So you've gone a whole fucking day without food? How can you be so irresponsible?!" He raised his voice at me.

Truthfully I don't handle being yelled at well, like at all. I immediately started crying. "I-I. I'm sorry." I choked out, tears flowing freely. I hated being yelled at, it made me feel like a child.