A Mirror of What I See

Pulling at the collar of her shirt, Alex struggled to release shallow breaths from hollow lungs.

He stood at 5'9"

Dominating her from above like the coward he surely was.

Making her squirm like prey being cornered.

She wants to cry out, beg for help.

Barry, why?

Tears tinkering at the edge of her sea blue irises, realization setting in.

This isn't real

Trying to muster up a single breath, Alex pushes through her pain to reach for the edge of her work desk, eyes scrambling to find the tranquilizers that will set her free of this nightmare.

Alex could hear the sound of her heart drumming throughout her body.

The loud thuds keeping her conscious of the horrors her mind was enduring.

Attempting to shut away the hallucination, she screwed her lids shut and brought both hands to her ears.

She was suddenly broken from her daze, panic halting to fear,

as the door swung open, revealing a pale Nicolas, clutching his abdomen.

Her eyes studied the sight in front of her.

Blood continuously spilled from the open wound, causing her to spring out of her current state & aid him to a place to lie.

Rushing to Nic's side, Alex takes his large arm & throws it over her dainty shoulders.

His sheer mass becoming clear to her, she lies him on the couch.

Hauling ass to the kitchen, Alex grabs as many dish towels, as they owned.

Sprinting back over, she kneels beside the couch.

Her soft blue orbs meet with lifeless black ones.

Slow exhales are escaping Nic's lips, shame creeping in on his features, he turns his sight away from Alex's somber expression.

He knew what she was thinking but he didn't have time to explain & even Alex knew that.

Her thoughts were focused on what to do, noticing how crimson was heavily seeping through his white button up causing it to cling to his lithe body.

Hands shaking & mind swirling, she tries to calm the loud thoughts still encroaching on her psyche.

Alex's palms continued to sweat with terror & the cool air escaping her mouth tickled Nic's open wound with how close she was, causing him to hiss.

Rag in hand; she places her delicate hands onto his belly, blotting away the excess blood.

Groaning in pain through gritted teeth, he gestures for the med kit above the file cabinet.

She swiftly moves from her kneeling position, and sprinted towards its spot.

Eyes growing weary, she grabs it and plops back down.

It was way too late in the evening to call in Dr. Theo for this one.

Everything was solely on Alex whether or not Nicolas lives through tonight.

Just hold on, she signed to him.

Moving as fast as physically possible, she prepped the needle & thread as well as lots of gauze for cleaning.

Alex snaps on a pair of latex gloves and eyes him.

Nicolas still seemed to keep a decent composure, even when he was clearly suffering.

Alex perceived it would be best to follow his lead & relax.

She gestured to Nico, asking for permission to get a better look at the gash.

He reluctantly unbuttoned the rest of the way, staring directly at

Alex unfazed by the action.

His actions made it clear he wasn't so sure about this or her but he had no choice.

Nic grumbles once more than tried to form a sentence but instead proceeded with "Be careful"

Patting down the area once more with a damp cloth, Alex steadies her hand with the tweezers.

Beads of sweat began forming at the bridge of her kitten-like nose as she pierced his porcelain stained skin.

Alex steadied her motions, mentally coaching her self.

"Almost there, Nico", she whispered.

Eyeing the needle and thread, she wished for Worick's quick return so she wouldn't have to endure this much longer.

Alex couldn't stand to watch this man suffer.

Nearing the end, Alex's hands began to shake, alerting Nicolas.

He sprang back into full consciousness, studying her face.

With a rapid move, he gently placed his hand on top of her gloved one.

It's okay, you're okay, Nic signed.

Alex stared into him, eyes brimming with the same tears that threatened her earlier.

She refocused & finished with no issues.

Alex patched his stomach and stood to retrieve a clean shirt for the wounded man.

She wiped her brow of the stress she just endured.

Her sight focused in on a white tee, lazily hanging off his bed & retrieved it for

Nico.

Alex rounded the corner to a sleeping Nicolas.

She placed herself back on the floor next to him.

His face had finally fallen lax from its usual roughness.

Nic's raven black hair hung lazily to one side & his pale lips, glistened.

Alex allowed herself to get carried away, and extended the back of her palm to meet his face.

Smooth, milk chocolate skin meeting a silky, cream cheek.

The contact was immediately cut off when Nicolas sharply grabbed her delicate wrist & held her face close to his.

He releases her but never breaks his stare.

If you need a bed, go use mine, he signs

Alex's face fell in anguish.

She looked in the direction of the hallway towards his room.

Before she could turn back and fight Nic on it, he already turned over & went back to sleep.

As the room fell silent, Barry's voice in her head began to get clearer in volume.

Huffing, she looped behind her desk to grab the tiny pill bottle she was desperately in search of earlier.

Quickly, Alex obtains the small tab & pops one down the back of her throat.

With that, she swallowed the pill & her sorrows.

Mentally accepting her fate, she slowly sashayed down the hall, taking off a heel at a time before approaching the foyer.

Relaxing into her surroundings, she approached a single floor lamp, dimly lighting the empty room.

Nic didn't have much in his room, just a bed, a side table & small bookshelf.

Around the room were little things that made it clear it belonged to Nicolas Brown.

He has his weights & a pair of boxing gloves in a small corner, a rack that held his essentials, a few shirts, a few pants, his one pair of shoes & his sheathed sword in another corner.

Upon entering, Alex was met with an intoxicating scent that crept through her outer shell to her core.

She noted it had to be Nicolas', though she's never had a proper whiff of the 30-year-old man.

Nicolas would never allow her to get that close, & she wouldn't dare to try.

Though in this moment, she wanted to bathe herself in that scent.

She followed its intensity, like a dog sniffing out lunch.

She slid her shirt over her silk black locks, exposing a tight cami, holding her plump breasts in place.

Alex then shimmied her bottom out of the restricting denim, still inching towards where the smells lead her.

Climbing onto the bed like a minx, Alex sat back on her feet, hands in her lap.

Where is it coming from?

Getting on all fours, she sniffed the comforter, finding what she's been looking for.

Yes

Her body went numb as she lay underneath and snuggled further into the layers of the bed.

Alex's mind became weary to the smell, making her vision fuzz.

I could get used to this…

And with that she knotted off, cuddling Nicolas' pillow to her cheek, as if the scent would somehow disappear overnight.