+ marks the grave {Completed}

Chapter 74

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All that confidence she had when she was defending her brothers pancake recipe cracked as she took the first bite of mines.
She stuttered on the flavour.
I could've sworn I heard her moan.
But for her prides sake, I looked away.
I always made pancakes for Brad and the others, but rarely did I make them with mixed berries syrup.
There was still a little drizzle of maple for originality's sake.
Yes I'm well aware that that pancake would be extremely sweet and dare I say unhealthy.
But there were ingredients that you could only taste in there to counter the sugar.
There was crushed bananas, grated Brazilian nuts and almond milk.
The latter simply because I knew she was lactose intolerant.
I tweaked the recipe a lot over the years, till eventually I got it perfect.
I taught Kent the basics.
He usually added different ingredients to had her eat it so he could find out what was best to her taste.
That being what she was eating right now.
I didn't make any for me.
I just made four for her to eat.
That would sustain her until we got back to the base where I could actually make a proper meal.
She wasnt pressed up against me.
I'd be lying if I said that I didnt missed her warmth.
The plate was in my hand so she wouldn't have to strain her back to reach over to the table.
My eyes were still averted as she ate in everything but silence.
The smell of the sweet syrup bombarded my nose.
Literally.
"Sorry! Lemme just..."
She reached over but was clearly in pain so I bent my head a little so she could reach.
"Thanks,"
She sent me a soft smile as she wiped the syrup off my nose with her finger.
She then put that same finger in her mouth and closed her eyes as fur flavor invaded her taste buds.
When she opened her eyes and realized that I was still watching her, her blush was very much apparent.
She attempted to brushed it off and held her fork back up to my mouth.
"Say Ahhhh."
I couldn't help but comply.
She gaze was locked on intently and her hand was wobbly.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
I opened wide as she shoved a fork-full of pancakes into my mouth.
She let out a giggle when piece fell out my mouth when she pulled the fork out.
I bent over to pick it up but she did the same.
Our forehead collided as our fingers brushed passed each other.
We stayed like that for a while, her breath fanning my face and mine fanning hers.
Neither of us seemed to mind each other's morning breath.
I watched her slowly pick up the piece of pancake and unintentionally seductively, placed it in her own mouth.
She put a little space in between us as she alternated one fork-full.
When it was time for her to feed herself however, I reached out and held her hand.
I gently coaxed the fork from in her hold and heaped up a good amount.
"Say Ahhhhhh!"
Her eyebrows knitted together as her cheeks reddened and her smile widened.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
She closed her eyes a waiting the fork.
But that wasn't merely my intention.
I hunched over a little and grabbed a gently hold to her chin.
Her eyes quickly opened, only to widen by the sight of my face crashing into hers.
I didn't see anything else.
I couldn't tell if her eyes were still open,
I could only feel her soft plump lips moving in sync with mines.
The pace was slow, but I savored the sweet taste of pancakes from another source.
It was blissfully heavenly.
No other else ever felt like this.
I knew waiting for her was the right decision.
She was everything I wanted and mucg more.
It sure as felt as if I was what she wanted too.
So as the kiss deepened,
So did my hope of her love for me.

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"I. Want. To. See. Her."
My thoughts exactly.
My eyes were still shut closed.
I still couldn't move my fingers or my toes.
There wasn't much change to my semi conscious state.
I probably still looked pale as a corpse.
I was asleep for a while.
A female voice stirred me awake.
I recognized it to be Maggie.
But who was she asking to see?
Was it Amber?
Did that mean that she was safe and here?
If so then I could totally relate to her inounciated request.
I could hear a bit better.
I could hear what seemed to sound like heart monitors beeping away.
One faint and one a little stronger.
I could hear the deep breathe that someone had taken.
"Its not that easy...-"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!?!-"
Damn. She had a healthy pair of lungs.
"Geez calm down!"
"I refuse to calm down when you said that she was safe but I can't see her!"
I could hear the tears in her voice.
Why was she getting so emotional?
"I refuse- where is she? I need to kn-know,"
Her voice died down as aggressively loud sobs.
The other person in the room sighed.
"She's with Drew, on her way here as we speak.."
The sobs morphed into something similar to a hiccup and a sneeze.
"Is she safe???"
"Yes."
"Thank god!"
Her noise making died down a bit, but it didn't stop.
"You need to stay connected to the tubes, you lost a lot of blood."
"Bu-"
"I gave you a direct order."
Footsteps receded until a door slammed shut.
Who was that?
It wasn't Drew, but Drew was in charge.
The second in command could be any of the guys, but the voice was stern and lacked any sort of empathy.
The other guys didn't seem to have that in them, but then again, I knew next to nothing about any of them.
The noise in the room died down to a minimum.
The heart monitor.
My faint breaths.
Her shallow and uneven breaths.
The occasional creaking of the metal bed from her movement.
"I really do hope that she's alright..."
She was speaking her thoughts out loud.
I felt as if I was eavesdropping on a secret.
"She's done so much for me... I never got to re pay her. I miss her so much. She endured so much for me, and risked it all. And Roberto,I hope he didn't get in trouble..."
She seemed to care for Amber a great deal.
It seemed that even when Amber was imprisoned, she still put others before herself.
I wanted to tsk. But my lips were numb shut.
"Is that... Oh my god- that's Luke!-"
Well yes indeed.
She cut herself off with frantic movements.
In a jiffy she was shaking me by the shoulders.
"Luke! Please be alive, Please be alive, please be alive!"
My eyes didn't open but I felt blood rush to my shoulders and to my cheeks as she smacked them.
Slowly, I felt blood coarse through my veins, trickle by trickle, restoring movement where ever it went.
"The monitor says his heart is still beating, so that means he's alive, he's just unconscious... wait..."
Her footsteps moved away from my bed.
"He's the one that hurt Amber! I should just unplug his monitor and blood tubes for what he did to her! Disgusting. Look at you now, all weak and pale. Serves you right."
Go figure.
She clearly didn't like me.
But she could only hate me that much if I was indeed painted out to be a ruthless villain by Amber.
Which would mean that Amber also hated me.
Not that I deserved anything less.
I imagined my presumable fate as I faded into unconsciousness.
Yeah.
She should unplug everything.
I deserved death.