chapter 7
It's night. The smell of sanitizer encompasses me, floating up my nose each time I breathe in. Assembling some of my strength, my eyes ripple open to meet a white colored ceiling, glinting down to see white dividers, white seats, white...everything. I peer down to see a variety, naval force blue welcomes me as a delicate cover that is tucked around my body. My hands are resting close by and I move them, flinching at the solidness.
An entryway opens and closes, demonstrating that somebody has stepped in. I saw Gabriel remaining by the entryway with his arms crossed, muscles swelling and eyes limited. We gaze at one another for what feels like the most significant length of time however is one moment actually.
I break the gaze as I sat up, my left arm giving way when I put squeeze on it making me shout out delicately. Before I can flick my eyes, Gabriel's arms surround me and is helping me sit up, settling the pillow pad despite my good faith as he does as such. I investigate his quiet green eyes that are twirling with something dull, what that is I would rather not find out.
"How long have I...?" I croak, drinking the glass of water ravenously when it meets my lips, prior to moaning in happy.
"A day." He replies, sitting down in the seat he has pulled nearer to the edge of the bed. "Your body expected to recuperate."
I gesture and we stay quiet. Wearing a child blue medical clinic outfit with short sleeves, my arms are exposed. Swathes are folded over my left wrist and I frown considering what my hyper-extended limb will resemble once it falls off. The scratches and cuts that are apparent to me are currently recuperating, leaving no scar afterward.
I admire see Gabriel daydreaming, savoring my structure. My eyes slide over each component of the room, taking in the glucose sack that is joined to my arm connected to the drip. There is a window close to the room, medium estimated and in a square shape that permits me to look outside into a corridor. I see specialists, medical caretakers and a couple of individuals cruising by, their steps either rushed or at times sluggish. Home. I want to return home. There is not an obvious explanation to remain here and positively not after what has befallen me. Despite the fact that it was just three days, I actually feel dread killjoy up my spine at the prospect of those men finding me some way or another and harming me once more. I realize that I will have bad dreams about this for some time.
I turned to look at him to think that he is as of now gazing. As though he knows what I will ask, yet I can't decide what his response will be. "I really want to get back...can I leave?"
My voice is bashful, my fingers playing with themselves, a propensity I have when I'm anxious. In some cases my eyes will dash around the room, different times I will play with my hair, it's generally unique relying upon the circumstance.
There is a long quiet and when I look into, I see his dark eyes igniting with refusal. As he runs a palm through his damp earthy brown hair, he shakes his head with a hard glower. I nibble my lip in alarm, evoking a low imposing snarl from him making my head snap to his in shock. How might he utter that sound, so coldhearted? He really wants to have that looked at without a doubt, I ponder internally, gesturing subliminally.
"Why not?" I murmur, declining to meet his look and on second thought zeroing in my gaze on a forgettable composition.
I hear him let out a sigh, watching him fold his arms once more somewhere off to the side. "You're injured."
One shoulder lifts up in a weak shrug. "I'll be fine. I would rather not stay here where..."
My throat fixes making me trail off, my fingers grasping the enormous cover frantically. In the event that he doesn't allow me to leave imagine a scenario where they return, imagine a scenario in which they track down me alone and hurt me to an expanded degree from what they did previously. I have zero control over the tears gushing in my eyes, simply needing to return home. Gripping my eyes shut, a double-crossing destroy escapes and slides my cheek. However, before it can tumble off my jaw, a warm hand wipes it away, shivers emitting on my skin at the contact.
I opened up my eyes to find him leaning in near to me with our lips only a breath apart. He takes a seat on the bed, his other arm twisting around my structure, not contacting me but rather laying on the bed alongside my hip. His hand stays, measuring my cheek and making me automatically incline towards it. His lips peculiarity at the activity and I assume I see him grin delicately yet it's momentary, maybe I envisioned it.
"They won't hurt you once more, mi luz." shaking his head, inclining up to press a delicate kiss to my brow. (My light.)
I passionately shake my head, too got up to speed in what could end up enlisting the sweet activity. He murmurs and holds the rear of my neck, squeezing our temples together. I look at him, my mournful ones meets his in a supplication to let me go. As though he understands what I'm requesting, his lips slight and With a shake of his head, he expresses his dissatisfaction. My shoulders dropped at the activity, realizing it is absolutely impossible that I can make him alter his perspective.
My inner voice appears to squeeze me to get out whatever has been at the forefront of my thoughts for a couple of moments at this point. Gazing toward him apprehensively, I tinker with my fingers in my lap prior to choosing to simply ask him straight out.
"For what reason would you say you were there? Do you live here?" I ask discreetly, watching him solidify noticeably before a hard look surpasses his elements.
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