The Assistant || OffGun

Chapter 3

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Gun's head felt like it was going to explode with pain.

His neck felt even worse. His entire body felt drained, heavy. He couldn't even lift his hands. But then a hot liquid fell on his lips and entered his throat, and he moaned softly in delight.

His throat was as dry as the desert and what he wanted was to feed on the taste of that ambrosia.

He wanted to thank whoever was taking care of him but he couldn't even open his eyes. What's going on? Why is his body hurting so much?

Heartbreaking terror ripped through him until someone murmured soft words in his ear and a warm body snuggled next to him, calming his fears.

"Shh, Gun, you'll be fine," the man said. "Just rest. I'll take care of you, I'll keep you safe."

Gun turned his head toward the deep voice, seeking the comfort it provided. He didn't understand the pull of the voice or the body to his side, and his head hurt too much to find out.

When a strong, gentle hand brushed the hair off his forehead, Gun snuggled his face against his chest next to him and drifted off again.

For the first time since he could remember he felt safe.

"Just sleep, Rajaaka."

So he did.

The first thing Gun realized when consciousness returned was how hot he felt, but not like he was under the covers. He felt warm inside and out, his entire body flowing with heat.

He opened his eyes, blinked several times in the blinding light. Once his eyes adjusted to the brightness, confusion flooded him as he realized that his head was resting on a man's chest.

Gun raised his head, tilting it back until he could see the deepest eyes he had ever seen. His breath caught at the intensity of the gaze staring at him.

"Uh, hi," Gun said in a raspy voice, his throat was dry and a little sore. He wondered if he had the flu or something.

"Hi."

Gun was given with a smile so big that made him remember something but his memory was missing.

"How you feel?"

"Well, I guess." Gun frowned. "What's going on? Am I sick?"

The man gave him that bright smile again, capturing Gun's attention and making his heart beat a little faster.

"No, Rajaaka, you are not sick."

"Gun. My name is Gun."

"I am aware of that, Rajaaka."

There was the smile again. Gun leaned into the hand that was stroking the side of his face before he could stop himself. The man's touch felt so good, it made his skin tingle, but a second later, he realized what he was doing and pulled away, his face flushed from the heat.

Gun looked down. What a shame! How could he act that way with a complete stranger?

"I'm sorry." Gun muttered.

He started to push himself away, but arms wrapped tightly around his body, keeping him
pressed against the man who held him.

"I think ... I really need to go."