Chapter 37

Ian woke up - to a painful strong pain in his chest. It was one of the hardest pains he was at, in his whole life. The rest of his body didn't really feel at ease either.

He tried opening his amber-yellow eyes, slowly. His eyes were having a hard time adjusting the light in the room he was lying in.

Surprisingly, he felt somebody's gentle touch on his hand, which he didn't move.

The pain was so hard that he couldn't raise himself to a sitting position, to see who it was. So instead, he just turned his head.

Amy was sitting on a chair, beside his bed, her hair was scattered behind her back, and e could see pieces of it that anyway, made their way to her front side.

Her green eyes were better to see, now, and they were full of concern and anxious.

"Amy.." He barely whispered, but she heard anyway.

"Ian."

She looked at him, and in her eyes were emotions that he couldn't quite figure out.

For a moment he just looked at her, and noticed that she looked back, but then tears were starting to fill her eyes, and their connected stares stopped, as she looked up and wiped her tears directly off her eyes, trying to get over it.

She wasn't the one who had the right to cry.

He looked at her gently, and held her hand a little tighter. "Don't cry, Amy."

"I know, you- you right." she took a deep breath, and then looked at him again.

He couldn't help but smile at her, and she looked like she couldn't believe he was smiling.

Because she couldn't.

She was so - so, mad at him.

"Amy, where am I?" He asked her, his voice was relatively quiet and hoarse.

She took a deep breath, and answered him. "You're in a hospital, where we brought you and the others after the fight."

His eyes were starring, figuring out what she had said.

Then remembered.

Everything.

Isabel aiming at Amy, himself jumping in front of her and getting hit, the blood and the yelling, her crying upon him hysterically...

then he remembered when he was with Fiske, Amy, and some doctor with a frown and a white robe, doing some few basic tests in hurry, while they were talking to him.

He remembered how he was so sure he was going to die.

He didn't have any hope, like he was accepting death or something.

all that mattered was that Amy was there, that he could tell her.

He remembered telling her that he loved her.

And now, he was here, and she was holding his hand and unreadable feelings were in her eyes.

Ian took a moment to look at her.

She looked so tired, and broken, and she didn't say a thing.

"How long have I been asleep?" He asked, again, in hoarseness.

"For three days," She answered straightforwardly, and looked down.

His eyes looked up to the ceiling, his head was aching too.

He was asleep for three whole days.

Three whole days.

He let out a sigh, that hurt him more.

It didn't matter right now.

He looked at Amy once again, at how tired she looked, mixed with anxiety.

"Amy," His chest really hurt. "How long have you been sitting here?" It was amazing, but as soon as it concerned her, he suddenly found his voice was a bit stronger.

She looked down, only her long, dark eyelashes were revealed to him. "Since you got out of surgery."

His blood froze, and it was really not helping the pain he was at, but he didn't care much.

She was sitting three days next to him.

And she was bloody mad at him, he could tell.

He made some effort, and managed to raise himself up, to a sitting position.

Her hair fell on her shoulders now, as she had looked down before.

His face were inches of hers, his whole chest was bare and wrapped strongly with bandages.

He pulled out his hand and gently, he stroked her hair in one side, they're both eyes were closed. His forehead almost touched hers.

"That's why you look so tired.." He mumbled, getting better only by her presence.

She stiffened, so close to him. Her eyes were closed, thankfully, so she couldn't cry. "Ian," She said steadily, her heart was beating faster, now, that he was alive, and so close to her. "You could have died."

"Yea, but I haven't" He didn't smirk, he just finally pressed their foreheads together gently, his hand was still in her hair. "And I got you sitting next to me, like this."

Now he smirked, even with his eyes closed, he couldn't help it.

Finally, he could say those kind of things to her, without worrying whether was it or nor the right thing to do.

She already knew.

And the blush the appeared on her cheeks only made him feel better, satisfied, glad...better.

His hand found its way to the back of her head, where he stroked gently, and brought her hair to the side, running through it with his hand.

"That's not funny." She pulled away a little, just so he could see her eyes. "You could have died, do you get it? You could have died. I was going crazy out there, I thought I lost you and, and," Tears were forming in her green eyes. "and.." They were flowing down her face. "I..." She couldn't finish the sentence, but he pulled her into his arms, and though it hurt a little - he didn't care.

She hugged him tight, bringing him closer to her, her tears were drying.

She was so stunned and emotional, that she even wasn't embarrassed at his bare chest, which felt so good.

They stayed like this for a while, clinging to each other.

She was steadily relaxing in his arms, and he was relaxing holding her.

For some reason, her being fine, completely fine, in his arms, made him feel calmer.

Then, she slowly pulled away, only to see his eyes.

His yellow-amber eyes and her green one's had only shared one look, before she softly and slowly leaned in and kissed him.

The kiss started soft, she was kissing him softly, only trying to make it clearer to him, what she was feeling.

Ian felt like all the sparks in the world had just exploded within him, her sweet smell drove him crazy and his hands went to her waist, intensifying the kiss and bringing her closer to him.

For a moment, as soon as their bodies touched again, she forgot who she was, and just devoted herself for that moment.

She couldn't think, she couldn't...she was just locked in that moment, and it was like her body was acting on its own, motivated by her heart and not her brain.

Her hands caressed his body in a way she would had never ever have the guts to, if she was aware of herself, at that moment, but she wasn't.

The feeling of his body pressed against hers was magnificent, and her arms went around his neck, keeping him closer to her.

But suddenly, she remembered he was injured, and that their moves were likely hurting him even more.

And she remembered where they were.

She pulled away, looking into his eyes.

He was smiling at her, and her breath was stuck in her throat.

He was just...it wasn't fair how good-looking he was, even in his state. It wasn't fair that somebody could look like that, have that effect like he had.

Her cheeks were flaming red, and she desperately wanted to look down, but she took courage and kept looking at him in the eye.

"I'm still mad at you," she blurted, after a few moments of only looking at each other.

He smirked and leaned in, kissing her forehead.

His lips had lingered there for a moment, before he pressed his forehead to hers once more. "If that's how you react when you're mad at me, I don't really think I care." He whispered to her, enjoying the blush that was spreading across her face.

She looked even more mad, and his smirk grew even more big, when three knocks on the door were heard, and they both turned to see who it was.

"Ian Kabra?" Asked a doctor with a robe and a gray hair.

"Yes?" Ian asked, looking at him.

"I'm Dr. Mateusz, I'm here to have some tests."

Ian nodded. "Alright." His stare came back to Amy, who looked a little worried.

She needed a break, she was beautiful, but looked so so tired.

"Go, I'll be fine, have a nap or a coffee, you need it." He said to her.

She looked in his eyes. "I'm not leaving you here."

He laughed. "I can handle the Dr, Amy, seriously now. Go, you need it."

He saw her thinking it over, and decided to make things easier for her.

"You know what? You can call Natalie, I would like to talk to her a little."

She looked hesitant, but agreed. "Ok, call if you need anything."

The doctor got in secondly, waiting for Amy to come out of the room.

She smiled to the Doctor, and turned to Ian. "I'll be back soon."

He smirked. "Don't forget to be mad, if you don't mind."

She rolled her eyes, the blush rising again across her cheeks, and left the room.

Ian sighed and looked at the Dr.

He did want to talk to Natalie. He needed to know what happened at the fight, after he fainted, and where the hell Isabel was.

But right now, it seemed like the Dr in front of him wanted to check on his blood pressure.

Hope you enjoyed it :)

Until the next Chaper