Chapter 126
Ezra quickly parked the car in front of his house and got out of it.
He pulled the back door open and leaned in to help Nicholas out.
"Why am I in your house?" Nicholas asked, wincing in pain.
Ezra paused and stared at Nicholas like he was suddenly losing it upstairs.
"Are you for real right now?" Ezra asked in disbelief.
Nicholas didn't respond; the side of his tummy was stinging like hell, yet, he needed Ezra to tell him why he had brought him to his house.
"Why am I here, Ezra?" Nicholas asked weakly.
Ezra cursed under his breath, "Bro, answer me one question," He gripped Nicholas' jaw and turned his head to look at him.
Nicholas frowned; if he wasn't in pain, he'd have slapped Ezra right across the face; he stared up at Ezra with hateful eyes.
"You want me to leave you alone, right?" Ezra questioned seriously.
Nicholas narrowed his eyes and replied, "Yes."
Ezra gritted his teeth and removed his hand from Nicholas' jaws, "Suit yourself," He muttered and moved away, turning to get into his house.
Nicholas suddenly understood what was happening; Ezra was actually leaving him out there to go to his house.
"Ezra!" Nicholas screamed, "Fuck!" He punched the back of the front seat in front of him as the scream went right to his wound and made it worse.
Ezra paused halfway, turning his head to look at Nicholas.
"What a burden," He sighed and walked back to the car.
"No words, Nick, shut your fucking mouth and let me do my job," Ezra frowned as he went back and helped Nicholas out of the car without asking his permission.
Nicholas had no energy to argue even if he wanted to.
"I should have followed my mother's footsteps and become a teacher, that way I wouldn't have felt obligated to help you out all in the name of staying true to the promise of my profession, it wouldn't even be neglect, I would have just truly not known what to do with you," Ezra said bitterly as he stood in his front deck and pushed his door open.
Nicholas scoffed but didn't respond, his side still hurt.
He allowed Ezra to lead him into his living room; the lights came on as they walked in, letting Nicholas see the number of scattered books on one particular sofa.
"Ugh!" Nicholas grunted as Ezra helped him down.
"Wait, what are you doing?" He held Ezra's hand, who wanted to pull up his shirt.
Ezra grimaced at him, "What do you think? Rape you? Chill, you're not my type, just raise your damn hands up, I need to be able to clean the wound," He ordered.
Nicholas frowned but obeyed, "You're not my type either," He said as the shirt was being pulled off his head.
"That's a long-established fact, no keep shut and relax," Ezra gently placed a hand on Nicholas' shoulder and pushed his back to rest on the sofa.
He stared at Nicholas' chest and forced his eyes to the main place, her had always known that the bastard had a good body, but not like him; he was better than Nicholas, and no one could argue that he didn't have a home gym for nothing.
He stared at the wound and frowned. It was just above his waistband, and it was deep, a horizontal tear, about 4cm long.
He stood and went to retrieve a first aid box from the cabinet at the side of the living room.
"What happened, Nick? How did you get this?" He questioned, bringing out some cotton balls and disinfectant.
Nicholas blinked, gulping as he saw those things Ezra was bringing out. He hated those; he knew they stung like hell; worse were needles; he hated them so much.
He sighed, "You did this, Ezra," He informed.
Ezra was confused, he wore a glove and raised the soaked cotton wool to the side of Nicholas' abdomen, "What do you mean?" He looked at Nicholas' face.
"At the club, when you dragged me between those walls, I think it was a nail shooting out of the wall - shit! Easy!" He held Ezra's hand, dabbing his wound with a disinfectant.
Ezra paused and looked up at him, "I'll be gentle, Nick...however, why didn't you say something to let me know that I hurt you?" His voice wasn't as hard as it was anymore; he felt bad for causing someone pain; that was the opposite of his job; his job was to heal, not inflict.
"Ah..." Nicholas made a low grunt but bit down on his teeth as Ezra gently wiped the surface of the wound.
"How could I speak when you had your hand over my mouth?" He raised a sarcastic brow at Ezra.
Ezra was quiet; as funny as it might sound, what was happening was his weakness; it was one of the reasons he became a doctor; he never liked to hurt anyone, especially physically; it made him feel devastated.
He liked healing; there was a kind of fulfillment he got each time he succeeded in healing a patient, but now, he was the cause of someone's pain.
"I'm sorry," He muttered and picked up the plaster.
Nicholas was surprised, "Huh?" He didn't think he heard correctly, why would Ezra be apologizing instead of rejoicing over his pain?
Ezra sighed, "I'm sorry for hurting you this way," He pointed to the wound.
"And for being a jerk?" Nicholas smirked.
"Don't push it," Ezra warned and dropped the plaster beside Nicholas.
Nicholas watched as Ezra put his hand back inside the box and retrieved a needle, his heart immediately skipped and began beating radically, "Hey, hey, what are you doing with that? Are you really that petty? Because I asked you to apologize for being an ass?" He tried moving away, but Ezra's hand stopped him by holding his thigh.
"Come on, Ezra, you know I don't like-"
"Be quiet, Nicholas," He snapped his head up, glaring at Nicholas.
Nicholas blinked; he knew Ezra was serious when he called his full name, but how could he stay quiet when he saw a needle need him?
"You're going to make this bleed again. I just applied something to stop the bleeding, but you're hell-bent on making it bleed, please, for once, keep your mouth shut," He pleaded tiredly.
Nicholas nodded, "Just one more question, what do you want to use that for?"
"I want to stitch your wound, it'll heal faster that way," He informed.
Nicholas shook his head, "Is it necessary?" His heart was now pounding, his palms becoming sweaty.
Ezra frowned when he saw perspiration starting to form on Nicholas' forehead; he knew he was scared; he found it funny and annoying; why hadn't he thought of this sense? Maybe he should carry it around from now on, whenever Nicholas wanted to get on his nerves, he'd just pull it out and show him, end of discussion.
"Chill, it's not necessary since the wound isn't that deep; it'll heal just fine; I just wanted to make sure it helps way faster and cleaner," Ezra said as he returned the needle to the box.
Nicholas sighed, relief washing over him, "It's alright, I don't need the stitches, I'll wait for it to heal, no matter how long," He replied.
Ezra nodded, "Your call. Relax," He placed a hand on Nicholas' chest to push him back and was surprised at how hard his heart was beating, "You're really scared," He mentioned, looking at Nicholas.
Nicholas stared at Ezra for a few seconds before he removed the hand from his chest, "Mind your business, Doc," He warned.
Ezra nodded; he picked up the plaster and closed the wound, and then he proceeded to pack everything he'd used.
He returned the first aid to the cabinet and came back to pick up the discarded items to properly trash them.
Ezra watched Nicholas walk around his house; he was a neat person, except for the messy studying; he always littered books whenever he studied.
Nicholas didn't realize his eyes followed Ezra until he disappeared into his kitchen, he kept staring at the door until Ezra emerged again and walked back to him.
"You alright?" Ezra questioned, staring down at Nicholas.
Nicholas blinked, forcing his eyes away from Ezra; why the hell was he staring?
"Yeah, I'll get going," He grunted quietly as he stood but was surprised to find Ezra right in front of him in the next second.
Ezra wasn't smiling, his face was mean and serious, "Sit down, Nicholas. You're not leaving," He ordered.
Nicholas paused; he'd never heard Ezra that serious before; he looked into his eyes and saw that he was really serious.
"Why? I need to leave. I want to go to my home," Nicholas replied stubbornly.
Ezra nodded, "Sit down, Nicholas," He said again, not moving from his position.
"Why? Why do I have to listen to what you tell me, you're not my boss, not even a friend, and definitely not a boyfriend," Nicholas challenged.
Ezra smirked, "As your doctor, Nicholas, that's what I'm speaking as now sit down and stop putting pressure on the wound. Don't make my effort go to waste or I'll simply stitch it up," He threatened.
"I'll sit, I'll sit," Nicholas lowered himself on the sofa the moment he heard about stitching his wound.
Ezra chuckled, "It really works," He muttered and walked away from Nicholas, heading over to the other sofa to pick up the books that were scattered.
"Oh, you don't have to worry; even if you beg me on your knees and groveling, I'll never become your boyfriend," Ezra said disdainfully.
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