Chapter Seven
The gentle lift and fall of his chest beneath my hair wasn't even enough to sooth my state of mind. So many questions whirled like a pool of water through my maze of a mind. The white ceiling staring down at me seemed to only beam more unanswered questions, making the distraction that I longed for seemed impossible to find.
Carefully rolling my healing body over, I felt the full impact of my injuries. My aching body felt like a dead weight, a weight I would not be able to carry for more than a couple of short sharp seconds. I felt weak, in a way I had never done before, weak like I had let something down, someone down. Gritting my teeth silently, I continued the clean, slow movement, till my body was perfectly angled above Dimitri's.
"So should I give my perfect doctor a little thank you gift?" My voice didn't sound quite as I had wished it to. The pain was getting to me. This was unlike me, pain and showing suffering was not in my nature, why was I being so badly affected?
Lazily, he placed one hand in the centre of my chest, above my injuries, and in his usual way placing it in such a position I couldn't even make a joke out it, to create the mood I so badly wanted, so badly needed. "Roza you know that you're meant to be resting."
He continued to put no pressure through his hand on my chest, so I gently pushed against it, placing my lips against his. The pressure I kept soft, but the feeling was what I had needed. His soft damp lips moved with the same longing as mine, if anything they were drawing me closer, he was the one wanting more. I followed his lead, pushing harder against his hand, until I could feel his solid chest beneath my body. Gently as not to touch my wounds, he removed his hand from my chest, moving it round and placed in the arch between my shoulder blades. The pressure increased from his hand pushing my body nearer to his. Pain shot through my stomach up to my chest, I wanted to scream, but I held it in, but a gasp escaped as my how body winced from the agony. My efforts weren't enough, he had noticed my reaction, and I was quickly being lifted above him by at least an inch.
"You should sleep Roza, we shouldn't be doing this now." Dimitri's voice was stern yet soft, in its normal odd mix that soothed my mind. I pulled my body across lying back down beside him, placing my confused head on his soft chest. The questions were back, it seemed as if nothing I would do would rid me of the question, nor find me any answers.