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*-* Domon's Point Of View *-*
I saw Rain hit the floor, and that was all the permission I needed to kill the man.
I punched his stomach, and he lost his breath instantly. I picked up the revolver and shot him. One time. In the back.
I couldn't care less if he lived.
The next few hours were hell.
I called the police and hospital, and they came quickly. They loaded Rain up in an ambulance and drove her away, with me right behind them. They told me she needed emergency surgery, so I sat in the lobby for two hours, waiting, tears streaming down my face.
Later, a doctor told me she was in critical condition and would be for the rest of the night. They told me she was in a coma, and the best thing I could do for her now was go home and get some sleep.
Needless to say, I didn't get any. _____________________________________________________________________
The next day, at 8'o-clock, I arrived at the hospital. I rushed to find the doctor and ask him of Rain's condition.
"Well, Mr. Kashuu, your wife is doing much better this morning. She's been moved out of critical care and is in stable condition. She is still in a light coma, but we expect her to be out of it within the hour. You may see her if you like...let me see...she's room 138... that'll be right down the hall and to your left."
I noticed they called her my wife, but I didn't even have time to think about it. I stored it away in my things to tell Rain when she woke up. She was going to wake up.
I raced down the hall, and found the room with out much trouble. I stopped at the doorway, took a deep breath, and turned the door handle slowly.
There she is, lying peacefully on the bed, as if she were sleeping. I pull up a chair and take her hand. But I can't take sitting on the chair, so I move to the edge of the bed, and start stroking her head and combing my fingers through her hair.
"Rain...oh I am so sorry...this is all my fault...if I would have been quicker...I could have prevented this..."
I started at her for a moment. She was so beautiful. Looking towards the place were she was shot, I noticed the bandage there. I put a hand there, delicately, and felt it. Tears flow down my cheeks and I looked back up at her face again.
"Rain, please come back. Come back to me Rain. I need you."
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*-* Rain's Point Of View*-*
"I need you."
That is the first thing I hear when I wake up, and I open my eyes. Everything is blurry, and I have a sharp pain in my left side.
Suddenly, it all comes back.
Seitt.
The shot.
Everything.
But once I see Domon, it takes me about a millisecond to forget it all.
I smile, and he smiles too. Tears run down his cheeks, and I bring a hand up to brush them lightly away.
"You're awake."
"Yeah."
He laughs quietly out of relief.
"You saved my life. Again." I say.
He smiles and brushes my cheek lightly.
"It's a good thing you woke up, otherwise I'd be dead."
"What do you mean? You weren't hurt were you?" I say in a rush, worried.
'No, no, don't worry about me I'm fine. But if you never woke up...you know... if you...left...if you left me, I wouldn't have a reason to live."
It takes me a minute to process this, so I look down at the bed, thinking of what he said. Before long though, I look up with a smile.
Who could stay away from those eyes?
"I couldn't live without you either. I love you."
"I love you too."
We kiss, lightly, but full of love. Too much emotional drain puts us on a make-out session hold, but I can't help kissing him.
I try to sit up, forgetting about my stomach.
Bad move.
"AHHhhhh!"
There is immediate concern in Domon's eyes. He feels helpless, even though this isn't his fault.
"Rain..."
"No," I say trying to reassure him, "I'm okay."
We sit there for a minute before he asks me a question.
"Can I see?"
I nod.
He pulls down the covers and pulls up my hospital apron, revealing a huge white bandage with gauze wrapped around my stomach. He stares at it in horror, as if he was trapped in some unreal nightmare.
"Oh my God." His voice is hardly audible.
He bends over and kisses my injury lightly before covering me back up.
"Come here," he says, "you can lean on me."
He places the pillows up against the backboard, props himself up against it, and motions for me to lean back. Placing his arms around me, he is extremely wary of my injury. He holds me close.
"There was nothing you could have done." I say. He needs no explanation, he knows exactly what I am talking about.
"That's not it."
"What is it then?"
"I promised you I would never let any man hurt you again Rain. I promised! How could I have let this happen? I could have lost you. I need you Rain and I could have lost you."
I feel a small dab of wetness about the size of a raindrop the top of my head where his head is resting. He is crying. I take his hand and place it on top of the bandage.
"This is not your fault. This injury, Seitt's madness, none of it is your fault. Domon, there is something you should know. When the man took me away, right after they shot you with God-knows-what, they started saying gross things about me, things like they wanted to undress me and get me in bed, that maybe Seitt would let them have a turn, and-"
"Disgusting pigs..." Domon trailed off and wrapped his arms even tighter around me.
"Yes, it was quite disgusting. Anyway, these men stared touching me and getting...too close for comfort. But what I'm trying to say is-"
"They touched you? Where? Oh my God on top of all that, they touched you?"
"That's not the point-"
Domon slides from under me, and sits on the edge of the bed, extremely close to me. Probably four inches from his mouth to mine.
"Rain, where did they touch you." He interrupted me again.
"Domon..." I say, trying to avoid the topic.
"No...please tell me. I need to know this. Men should not treat you like that."
"Right here." I trail one hand slowly across my breasts.
He leans over and kisses my neck and shoulder, his hands sliding up my back.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes."
"We will have to do something about those men."
"But Domon, what I wanted to say before, the reason I told you the story in the first place is because, I don't want men to see me like that. I don't want to be some visionary sex toy for some guy who says he loves me to play with. I want someone to see me for who I really am. To respect me as a person."
"But-"
I put a finger on his lips, quieting him.
"Domon. You are that someone."
He captures my lips and kisses me for a long time. His hands come up to my sides and rest under my arms, stroking my chest gently. We just sit there, kissing, needing to be near each other after the past days events. I put both hands on his chest, feeling the lightly dug trenches around his curved muscular stomach. We break apart slowly, and I look into his eyes. They have a mischievous glint.
"What?" I ask with a smile.
"Today," he says, "when I asked the doctor how you were doing, he thought you were my wife."
I stare at him for a minute before I speak.
"I'd be lucky."
"Ya," he agrees, "so would I."
*-* Domon's Point Of View *-*
I saw Rain hit the floor, and that was all the permission I needed to kill the man.
I punched his stomach, and he lost his breath instantly. I picked up the revolver and shot him. One time. In the back.
I couldn't care less if he lived.
The next few hours were hell.
I called the police and hospital, and they came quickly. They loaded Rain up in an ambulance and drove her away, with me right behind them. They told me she needed emergency surgery, so I sat in the lobby for two hours, waiting, tears streaming down my face.
Later, a doctor told me she was in critical condition and would be for the rest of the night. They told me she was in a coma, and the best thing I could do for her now was go home and get some sleep.
Needless to say, I didn't get any. _____________________________________________________________________
The next day, at 8'o-clock, I arrived at the hospital. I rushed to find the doctor and ask him of Rain's condition.
"Well, Mr. Kashuu, your wife is doing much better this morning. She's been moved out of critical care and is in stable condition. She is still in a light coma, but we expect her to be out of it within the hour. You may see her if you like...let me see...she's room 138... that'll be right down the hall and to your left."
I noticed they called her my wife, but I didn't even have time to think about it. I stored it away in my things to tell Rain when she woke up. She was going to wake up.
I raced down the hall, and found the room with out much trouble. I stopped at the doorway, took a deep breath, and turned the door handle slowly.
There she is, lying peacefully on the bed, as if she were sleeping. I pull up a chair and take her hand. But I can't take sitting on the chair, so I move to the edge of the bed, and start stroking her head and combing my fingers through her hair.
"Rain...oh I am so sorry...this is all my fault...if I would have been quicker...I could have prevented this..."
I started at her for a moment. She was so beautiful. Looking towards the place were she was shot, I noticed the bandage there. I put a hand there, delicately, and felt it. Tears flow down my cheeks and I looked back up at her face again.
"Rain, please come back. Come back to me Rain. I need you."
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*-* Rain's Point Of View*-*
"I need you."
That is the first thing I hear when I wake up, and I open my eyes. Everything is blurry, and I have a sharp pain in my left side.
Suddenly, it all comes back.
Seitt.
The shot.
Everything.
But once I see Domon, it takes me about a millisecond to forget it all.
I smile, and he smiles too. Tears run down his cheeks, and I bring a hand up to brush them lightly away.
"You're awake."
"Yeah."
He laughs quietly out of relief.
"You saved my life. Again." I say.
He smiles and brushes my cheek lightly.
"It's a good thing you woke up, otherwise I'd be dead."
"What do you mean? You weren't hurt were you?" I say in a rush, worried.
'No, no, don't worry about me I'm fine. But if you never woke up...you know... if you...left...if you left me, I wouldn't have a reason to live."
It takes me a minute to process this, so I look down at the bed, thinking of what he said. Before long though, I look up with a smile.
Who could stay away from those eyes?
"I couldn't live without you either. I love you."
"I love you too."
We kiss, lightly, but full of love. Too much emotional drain puts us on a make-out session hold, but I can't help kissing him.
I try to sit up, forgetting about my stomach.
Bad move.
"AHHhhhh!"
There is immediate concern in Domon's eyes. He feels helpless, even though this isn't his fault.
"Rain..."
"No," I say trying to reassure him, "I'm okay."
We sit there for a minute before he asks me a question.
"Can I see?"
I nod.
He pulls down the covers and pulls up my hospital apron, revealing a huge white bandage with gauze wrapped around my stomach. He stares at it in horror, as if he was trapped in some unreal nightmare.
"Oh my God." His voice is hardly audible.
He bends over and kisses my injury lightly before covering me back up.
"Come here," he says, "you can lean on me."
He places the pillows up against the backboard, props himself up against it, and motions for me to lean back. Placing his arms around me, he is extremely wary of my injury. He holds me close.
"There was nothing you could have done." I say. He needs no explanation, he knows exactly what I am talking about.
"That's not it."
"What is it then?"
"I promised you I would never let any man hurt you again Rain. I promised! How could I have let this happen? I could have lost you. I need you Rain and I could have lost you."
I feel a small dab of wetness about the size of a raindrop the top of my head where his head is resting. He is crying. I take his hand and place it on top of the bandage.
"This is not your fault. This injury, Seitt's madness, none of it is your fault. Domon, there is something you should know. When the man took me away, right after they shot you with God-knows-what, they started saying gross things about me, things like they wanted to undress me and get me in bed, that maybe Seitt would let them have a turn, and-"
"Disgusting pigs..." Domon trailed off and wrapped his arms even tighter around me.
"Yes, it was quite disgusting. Anyway, these men stared touching me and getting...too close for comfort. But what I'm trying to say is-"
"They touched you? Where? Oh my God on top of all that, they touched you?"
"That's not the point-"
Domon slides from under me, and sits on the edge of the bed, extremely close to me. Probably four inches from his mouth to mine.
"Rain, where did they touch you." He interrupted me again.
"Domon..." I say, trying to avoid the topic.
"No...please tell me. I need to know this. Men should not treat you like that."
"Right here." I trail one hand slowly across my breasts.
He leans over and kisses my neck and shoulder, his hands sliding up my back.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes."
"We will have to do something about those men."
"But Domon, what I wanted to say before, the reason I told you the story in the first place is because, I don't want men to see me like that. I don't want to be some visionary sex toy for some guy who says he loves me to play with. I want someone to see me for who I really am. To respect me as a person."
"But-"
I put a finger on his lips, quieting him.
"Domon. You are that someone."
He captures my lips and kisses me for a long time. His hands come up to my sides and rest under my arms, stroking my chest gently. We just sit there, kissing, needing to be near each other after the past days events. I put both hands on his chest, feeling the lightly dug trenches around his curved muscular stomach. We break apart slowly, and I look into his eyes. They have a mischievous glint.
"What?" I ask with a smile.
"Today," he says, "when I asked the doctor how you were doing, he thought you were my wife."
I stare at him for a minute before I speak.
"I'd be lucky."
"Ya," he agrees, "so would I."