Passion

4

|P A S S I O N|

I flickered my eyes open and shut it almost immediately as the bright light stung them. I had to blink several times to adjust to the brightness before looking over my shoulder.

The pain was throbbing, I couldn't lift my hands with ease and I groaned in frustration. The bandage on the injury was already soaked with blood and pus and I gagged at the sight making an attempt to run to the bathroom to at least have a shower.

I couldn't lift my body off the bed. My body was groaning in pain and I slumped back on the bed in frustration. The stench of the mess on my hands had me trying again but my whole body was not ready.

After effortless tries, I noticed the bottle of water beside the bed and I stretched my good hands to pick it up. Once the bottle was in my reach, I noticed the medicine on the same stool enclosed in a small cylindrical container.

I picked the container up and my eyes came in contact with the red and yellow unfamiliar medicine. I opened the container and picked one of the medicine eyeing it before popping it in my mouth.

It took me a lot of time to uncap the water bottle and I shrieked in distaste as I felt the medicine dissolving with my saliva. I was quick to spit it out as I looked for a way to dispose it finally agreeing with the idea of shoving it under the bed.

I threw the disgusted material under the bed even the one still in the container and chugged down the bottle of water in hope of washing away the taste from my mouth.

I fell back on the bed hoping for Brent to come back to the dorm. I tried searching for my phone but it was no where near my reach so I laid back on the bed in frustration.

As I was about to drift into another round of unconsciousness, the door creaked open and I opened my eyes to be met with that of Mikhail and another unknown guy.

"You can't just drag me out of the cafete--" the unknown guy trailed off when he saw me on the bed. "Who's the pretty lady?" he asked with a genuine smile on his face.

"Why on earth are you on my bed again" Mikhail growled as he stood at the entrance of the dorm looking at me with confusion etched on his face.

"Can't you see that she's injured" The guy slapped the back of Mikhail's head and walked closer to me. I became self conscious and I tried scooting closer to the wall.

I could bet a hundred percent that my hair looked like that of a disheveled bird nest. The dirty bandage on my hand and the stench of it that filled the room. I felt gross.

But the guy didn't seem to mind my state as he walked over to me and picked my hands. "You would want to clean this up" he winced and I tried nodding my head that was laid flat on the bed.

"Why does it have to be my bed anyways" Mikhail spoke again as he walked over to sit on Brent's bed. "Quaid can you move her to her bed I'm in need of sleep" Mikhail mumbled and Quaid just hissed at him.

"Can I take it off" Quaid asked and I shook my head. I didn't want him seeing the injury itself. "Okay, can you stand up so you can freshen it up yourself" his voice was calm and soothing and I nodded my head in approval.

He hoisted me up and walked me to the door of the bathroom before softly closing the door behind me. I walked up to the mirror and was disgusted at the sight before me.

My eyes were red and puffy I had dried tears down my cheeks. I also didn't miss the dried drool at the side of my mouth that I immediately wiped off. My cheeks were swollen and designed with different colours of purple, red and black.