CH.15
Roads were like desert at this time in the morning and they soon arrived. She parked his car in his private garage and helped him to get off. They joined his home and entered. Finally it was dark inside and he could open his eyes, watching around him. She could instead barely see what there was around her. "C'mon. Little lethal weapon, let me check your injuries, you need a medical inspection" said Riddick with an ironical tone and without waiting that her eyes got used to the dark, pushed her on his living room. It was his turn now to drive her.
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They went inside the living room and he switched on the light. A soft green indirect light gave out inside the room allowing both of them to see each other. He made her sit on the sofa and went to take something. She felt her body hurt her now, a bad headache and she felt still a little bit confused. He came back with a small first aid box and two glasses full of a amber- coloured liquid and sit on a small table in front of her. It was like if his imposing body had filled all the room. "Let me check your bruises" he said and started to observe her attentively and touching her softly. "It's nothing, really. Ouh!" she suddenly said trying to move back her head, he'd touched her in a hurting point. With his fingers he softly touched her face making her turn a little; she had a cut on her eyebrow which was bleeding, it was not deep fortunately, than he moved some of her hair locks to check if she'd been hit somewhere else. "How many fingers you see?" he asked her showing three. "Twenty five" she answered ironically, snorting a little. She felt uneasy being the centre of his attentions. "C'mon, let me take care of you" he said with an ironical grimace. He first cleaned her face from the dry blood she had on her cheek. She looked astonished, by his touch, he was so delicate and soft, treating her like a porcelain doll. Than he started to disinfect her cut. "Ohi!" She said with great disappointment moving back her head from his hands. He looked at her with an ironical look, admonishing with his eyes to not make the scene. "You hurt me!" she insisted with a disappointed look, trying to barely touch her cut with her fingers. He softly snorted than kept on of the glasses on the table and gave her: "Drink. Might help you". "What's that?" she asked suspiciously looking first at the glass then at him. "Drink" he ordered with his low voice, which meant no more objections. He was definitely treating her like a disobedient child. She took the glass, but her hands shook badly making some of the contents fall down. She didn't think to be still as much shocked. "Here" and he covered her hand with his one, to help her drink. A jolt of electricity passed through her at his firm, hot touch. Might be possible that I always react like this with him when he touches me? He helped her drink. It was dense and it damn! Burned awfully she thought when she gulped it. "Bleah! It's disgusting! What's that?" she said grimacing. "Drink!" he ordered again and forced her to drink a little more. She drank again but then stopped him refusing. "It's enough. Really. Can't gulp it anymore." She said seriously. He smiled amused looking at her for a while, then put the glass again on the table and continued to medicate her. She silently watched him curiously. He was so calm, like if nothing had happened before. His fingers were so gentle and she started to like it. The alcohol had helped her a little. She felt more relaxed now, still her body hurt her but less than before.
He knew she was watching him. She looked so defenceless now, and instead she'd saved his life just before avoiding him also to kill again. She'd got reason, he'd risked to repeat the same mistakes he did in the past. She had saved him twice. So little, so strong he thought, shaking his head a little. "I'm sorry" he heard her say. "About what?" "Your carpet. I stained it." She said with an apologetic voice. "I'll deduct it from your reward" he said quietly. "I don't want it" "Don't be stupid. It's yours". "No. I don't want it" she repeated again firmly. Her eyes so cold now. He stopped and watched her for a while, with an enigmatic look, but didn't insist. "Put this on your nape" he gave her an ice bag . She took it with some difficulties not knowing the reason, she could barely lift her arms and silently put it on the nape. Kind of pain and relief she felt and closed for a second her eyes. It was so difficult to stand in this position. He stayed still, observing her for a while. She got bruises all over her body, her wears torn, her skin scratched, all this for that son of a bitch he would have pleased to kill. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. He looked at her in a curious way, almost studying her. She watched his face. He'd been hit too near his mouth swollen and to his head, two big red signs indicated the banged he'd taken. She lifted her hand wanting to touch his face but: "aah!" she suddenly said and lowered her arm. "What's up?" Riddick asked worried furrowing his eyebrow. "Can't.can't breathe" she said feeling lot of pain to her chest. He didn't wait and torn her dresses at her ribs. "Lift your arms" he ordered her. "I.I can't" she softly said, grimacing of pain. He took her arms and put them on his shoulders: "Stay like this. Don't move. There's a big chance that your ribs are cracked" he told her. It was the big effort of her life to stay like this. And it was much more painful when he did her a tight bandage all around her ribs. "This should be fine for now" he finally said at the end. "Yeah." She said softly through her tightened teeth.
He watched her with respect; She had had suffered a lot without saying a word. Up to his logic, this meant a lot. For the first time, someone had done something completely for him, risking her own life. What it was strange, was that he'd never wasted his time helping people,.for nothing. While this time he felt the need to spend time with her not knowing exactly the reason. This was something new, that confused him. He needed for no one. It had been always like this until now. "Give me this" he said firmly to her indicating the ice bag. She was making a big effort to hold it on her head. She gave it to him with an awkwardly look. He took it and leaned forward to her, holding with his hands on her nape. His gaze met hers. Something magic passed between them. Like time had stopped, their look were chained. His face was so near to hers. With his free hand, his fingers caressed softly her face. She was astonished by his behaviour, he was so sweet now, so calm. Like all barriers had fallen. She felt so good near by him, so protected. It was incredible. Impossible. She thought. "How are you" she asked him in a whisper. "Fine" he answered quietly not taking care about his conditions. "He hit you" she insisted. "I'll survive" he simply said. He didn't want to talk. Just stay there like this. She felt so confused . It was all so perfect. It's dangerous all this, she thought. "I feel better now" she finally said removing his hand with the ice bag from her and moving as to better put herself seated. He furrowed his eyebrow. His look suddenly changed. He looked troubled. It was like if the magical moment between them had been broken and he'd come back to his cold appearance. "C'mon. I drive you back home" He stood up and looked back at her in a cold way. She nodded and tried to stand up but couldn't. It was too painful. But he stayed there. Only looking at her. There was no more sign of what she'd seen before in his eyes. She said nothing. She didn't ask for help. She clenched her teeth and stood up. It was early morning now. He took a pair of dark sunglasses. Then both of them went to his car and he drove her back home silently.
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Roads were like desert at this time in the morning and they soon arrived. She parked his car in his private garage and helped him to get off. They joined his home and entered. Finally it was dark inside and he could open his eyes, watching around him. She could instead barely see what there was around her. "C'mon. Little lethal weapon, let me check your injuries, you need a medical inspection" said Riddick with an ironical tone and without waiting that her eyes got used to the dark, pushed her on his living room. It was his turn now to drive her.
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They went inside the living room and he switched on the light. A soft green indirect light gave out inside the room allowing both of them to see each other. He made her sit on the sofa and went to take something. She felt her body hurt her now, a bad headache and she felt still a little bit confused. He came back with a small first aid box and two glasses full of a amber- coloured liquid and sit on a small table in front of her. It was like if his imposing body had filled all the room. "Let me check your bruises" he said and started to observe her attentively and touching her softly. "It's nothing, really. Ouh!" she suddenly said trying to move back her head, he'd touched her in a hurting point. With his fingers he softly touched her face making her turn a little; she had a cut on her eyebrow which was bleeding, it was not deep fortunately, than he moved some of her hair locks to check if she'd been hit somewhere else. "How many fingers you see?" he asked her showing three. "Twenty five" she answered ironically, snorting a little. She felt uneasy being the centre of his attentions. "C'mon, let me take care of you" he said with an ironical grimace. He first cleaned her face from the dry blood she had on her cheek. She looked astonished, by his touch, he was so delicate and soft, treating her like a porcelain doll. Than he started to disinfect her cut. "Ohi!" She said with great disappointment moving back her head from his hands. He looked at her with an ironical look, admonishing with his eyes to not make the scene. "You hurt me!" she insisted with a disappointed look, trying to barely touch her cut with her fingers. He softly snorted than kept on of the glasses on the table and gave her: "Drink. Might help you". "What's that?" she asked suspiciously looking first at the glass then at him. "Drink" he ordered with his low voice, which meant no more objections. He was definitely treating her like a disobedient child. She took the glass, but her hands shook badly making some of the contents fall down. She didn't think to be still as much shocked. "Here" and he covered her hand with his one, to help her drink. A jolt of electricity passed through her at his firm, hot touch. Might be possible that I always react like this with him when he touches me? He helped her drink. It was dense and it damn! Burned awfully she thought when she gulped it. "Bleah! It's disgusting! What's that?" she said grimacing. "Drink!" he ordered again and forced her to drink a little more. She drank again but then stopped him refusing. "It's enough. Really. Can't gulp it anymore." She said seriously. He smiled amused looking at her for a while, then put the glass again on the table and continued to medicate her. She silently watched him curiously. He was so calm, like if nothing had happened before. His fingers were so gentle and she started to like it. The alcohol had helped her a little. She felt more relaxed now, still her body hurt her but less than before.
He knew she was watching him. She looked so defenceless now, and instead she'd saved his life just before avoiding him also to kill again. She'd got reason, he'd risked to repeat the same mistakes he did in the past. She had saved him twice. So little, so strong he thought, shaking his head a little. "I'm sorry" he heard her say. "About what?" "Your carpet. I stained it." She said with an apologetic voice. "I'll deduct it from your reward" he said quietly. "I don't want it" "Don't be stupid. It's yours". "No. I don't want it" she repeated again firmly. Her eyes so cold now. He stopped and watched her for a while, with an enigmatic look, but didn't insist. "Put this on your nape" he gave her an ice bag . She took it with some difficulties not knowing the reason, she could barely lift her arms and silently put it on the nape. Kind of pain and relief she felt and closed for a second her eyes. It was so difficult to stand in this position. He stayed still, observing her for a while. She got bruises all over her body, her wears torn, her skin scratched, all this for that son of a bitch he would have pleased to kill. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. He looked at her in a curious way, almost studying her. She watched his face. He'd been hit too near his mouth swollen and to his head, two big red signs indicated the banged he'd taken. She lifted her hand wanting to touch his face but: "aah!" she suddenly said and lowered her arm. "What's up?" Riddick asked worried furrowing his eyebrow. "Can't.can't breathe" she said feeling lot of pain to her chest. He didn't wait and torn her dresses at her ribs. "Lift your arms" he ordered her. "I.I can't" she softly said, grimacing of pain. He took her arms and put them on his shoulders: "Stay like this. Don't move. There's a big chance that your ribs are cracked" he told her. It was the big effort of her life to stay like this. And it was much more painful when he did her a tight bandage all around her ribs. "This should be fine for now" he finally said at the end. "Yeah." She said softly through her tightened teeth.
He watched her with respect; She had had suffered a lot without saying a word. Up to his logic, this meant a lot. For the first time, someone had done something completely for him, risking her own life. What it was strange, was that he'd never wasted his time helping people,.for nothing. While this time he felt the need to spend time with her not knowing exactly the reason. This was something new, that confused him. He needed for no one. It had been always like this until now. "Give me this" he said firmly to her indicating the ice bag. She was making a big effort to hold it on her head. She gave it to him with an awkwardly look. He took it and leaned forward to her, holding with his hands on her nape. His gaze met hers. Something magic passed between them. Like time had stopped, their look were chained. His face was so near to hers. With his free hand, his fingers caressed softly her face. She was astonished by his behaviour, he was so sweet now, so calm. Like all barriers had fallen. She felt so good near by him, so protected. It was incredible. Impossible. She thought. "How are you" she asked him in a whisper. "Fine" he answered quietly not taking care about his conditions. "He hit you" she insisted. "I'll survive" he simply said. He didn't want to talk. Just stay there like this. She felt so confused . It was all so perfect. It's dangerous all this, she thought. "I feel better now" she finally said removing his hand with the ice bag from her and moving as to better put herself seated. He furrowed his eyebrow. His look suddenly changed. He looked troubled. It was like if the magical moment between them had been broken and he'd come back to his cold appearance. "C'mon. I drive you back home" He stood up and looked back at her in a cold way. She nodded and tried to stand up but couldn't. It was too painful. But he stayed there. Only looking at her. There was no more sign of what she'd seen before in his eyes. She said nothing. She didn't ask for help. She clenched her teeth and stood up. It was early morning now. He took a pair of dark sunglasses. Then both of them went to his car and he drove her back home silently.
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