CHAPTER TWELVE
Obviously, my prayers weren't answered as Prince Xavier dragged me through the mansion like I was an erring child and in a way, I was.
He was expecting me to fall for him because of his position and I vehemently refused but there I was allowing his cousin comfort me. It was ridiculous but I didn't even feel an ounce of guilt.
As he kept walking angrily and quickly, I had to run to catch up with him but I wasn't fast enough and as expected I stumbled and fell, my arm hurting from his tight hold on it.
I cried out in pain and agony as not only had I scratched my knees, blood pouring out but it was though my shoulders were dislocated. He had held it too tightly and I was in severe pain.
“What happened? Shit, you're bleeding,” he said and bent down to my level as I tried cleaning the blood that was coming from the injury.
“Stop that. Wait, let me take you to the infirmary,” he added and before I could form a coherent response, he lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing. Then he used his tail to hold my dislocated arm so the hand wouldn't hurt so much.
I was in shock, not from the incident but his out of the blues show of kindness. I half expected him to angrily leave me where I was or get someone to attend to me but he decided to do this himself.
If only Roe and her sister could see me right now, they'll be petrified.
We got into the mansion and I realized everyone was wide awake and from the look in their eyes, some of them were looking less like zombies compared to when I saw them earlier.
“Master, should we help you take her?” One of the male servants came running to help but he ignored them and went through them, acting as though his ears were AWOL.
I just had to make sure the smile creeping on my face didn't succeed. This night was already weird as it is.
We got to the infirmary and he kicked the door open. I guess since he's the owner, he can afford to destroy doors and replace them as he willed. Must be nice.
“Doctor Stefan, my wife fell. Patch her up immediately,” he commanded and although I couldn't see the room clearly, I could hear a flurry of steps as people ran around to obey his orders.
He dropped me on a fluffy small bed and stood by as the doctor and a nurse began working on my injuries.
“Master, do you care for a seat?” The nurse asked him and I noticed the zipper of her gown was unnecessarily drawn down, her nipples nearly popping out as she batted her eyelids.
“No, get busy with your job,” he snapped and I have no idea why that gave me so much satisfaction. Don't blame me, I don't like girls without class. Even if she wants to seduce him, must it be so brazenly and in the open?
“Ouch!” I cried out in pain as the doctor touched my arm.
“Sorry, it seems that your arm is dislocated.” the doctor says as he examines my hand harshly.
“No shit, Sherlock. That's literally why he brought me in like that. Can I get a sling or something so it doesn't get worse?” I bit out angrily, reeling from the sudden pain.
“Sorry. I'll get you patched up and ready to go in no time.” He replied with a smile and I instantly felt bad for yelling at him. Maybe he didn't really know the injury had gotten to that point.
And just as I was getting over my interaction with the doctor, while he got the sling ready, the thirsty nurse got busy with my knee and I could swear she was trying to hurt me rather than cure me.
“Excuse me Miss…” I paused, waiting for her name and she paused, giving me a momentary reprieve from the torment she was metting out to my knee to reply me
“Charlotte” she grumbled
“Charlotte, it's not my fault he's not taking what you're offering so kindly stop trying to scrape off my knee. Please,” I said to her, a smile on my face and tell me why I hear snickering coming from the most stoic human alien in the country.
I looked at him and he smiled at me before going back to his mobile device and for a second, it was like we hadn't had a moment from how fast it happened but I knew it was totally there when the subject of discussion began wrapping my knee in gauze like I had literally broken my knee completely.
“Charlotte! What the fuck are you doing? In fact, go home. You are on suspension!” The doctor yelled at her and she had the guts to look offended.
“Fine! I never liked working here anyways. My father is a prime minister and he will get me a better job!” She hissed and walked away angrily.
This time, we both burst out in laughter.
Mine was cut short as the pain came back with a vengeance from me moving too fast. Serves me right for getting too comfortable.
“Sorry,” he whispered to me and I decided to take his strange kindness just this once.
The doctor finally patched me up enough for me to get up from the bed but walking would be a hassle.
As I was trying to figure a way out, Prince Xavier quickly put his device in his shorts pocket and came to carry me but I protested.
“Don't worry, I can walk. Thank you,”
“Nonsense, your knees are going to get swollen if you put pressure on it. And besides, you are going to slow me down so put your stubbornness on time out for now,” he grumbled and proceeded to carry my stunned self up, his tail resuming its position.
When I escape from here, I'm gonna miss that part of his body.
He took me back to the room and gently laid me down.
“Go to sleep. In the morning, we have some things to discuss,” he told me before turning off the light.
Great. Now I can't sleep. For the record, it should be a punishable offense to tell someone you want to tell them something without actually saying it immediately. I mean, what's the point of keeping them in suspense?
I kept turning back and forth on the bed as much as my injured parts could allow me.
Maybe I was disturbing him with my movements because his tail curled around me and the crazy part of it all was that he was fully awake this time.
And I liked it.
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