"Understand that she lost a lot of blood, and has stiches in her stomach," a woman explained. "She will be weak for a while, but make a full recovery."
Lukas let out a gasp. Then tingles spread through my hands and up my arm, returning feeling to that side of my body. My stomach ached, tight bandages around it. He brushed a strand of hair off my cheek, giving feeling to that to. I couldn't open my eyes. I raised his hand with my still tingling one and put it on my head, regaining feeling there. He used his hands and brushed my eyelids, letting them open and shut freely. From then on, everything was automatic. I let him do one more thing though.
His lips hovered over mine, his mind reluctant. His mouth collided with mine and we kissed. The breaths into between each kiss hurt. He acted as though I was fragile, like I would fall apart and leave him. I pulled him tighter. I wanted this. I wanted him.
The nurse dropped the medical sheets on a counter near the bed, she scurried out and shut the door. Realizing we were not alone, we broke apart. He still stood next to the bed, holding my hand. Memories came to me, flooding my mind. I took a deep breath,
and winced at the pain. Lukas noticed this. He sat down on the bed with me. His eyes were full of worry for a split-second. He covered it up.
"Take it easy, it'll be alright," Lukas told me. I closed my eyes.
"Who was that guy? The one who hurt me?" My voice was hoarse. Lukas closed his eyes.
"I- I don't know, I couldn't see his face," he replied. "But I think I have an idea. I'm going to ask Aiden."
I shut my mouth. I know why Lukas assumed that. I don't know if even Aiden would sink to those levels.
"I want to come with you, then,"
"No," Lukas looked at me as if I was joking, but my expression was stern,"I don't want you getting hurt."
"I'm not going to get hurt," my voice rising louder. This was my first argument with Lukas.
"Jesse, please," he begged quietly. I never wanted to hurt him.
"I can't do that, Lukas. I can't leave you, not again," I knew I had convinced him.
"Promise me, something," He looked at me sternly.
"Anything," I don't need to think about my answer.
"You will not die," he said his tone dead serious.
"Lukas," My face was set in a frown. The pain was becoming unbearable.
"Promise?"
"I-," I hesitated,"I promise."
Lukas smiled at me, my heart feeling strong. I tried to stand up, but my knees pulled me down. Lukas caught me, quick and swift, still smiling. He turned me around. Pulling me close, his arms wrapped around me. We kissed. Lukas pulled back. And left the room. Still dazed, the nurse came back in with a grin on her face. I layed on the bed. My thoughts were twisted. Pain shot through me at every twisted breath. Black and blurry spots covered my eyesight. I closed my eyes and everything went still.
I woke up to Olivia hovering over me.
"She's awake, I think. I don't know," I backed up to a sitting position, enough to see Axel in the corner sitting on a way too small chair.
"Oh! Um, hey!" Olivia looked at me with confusion.
"You were gone from your room when we noticed! We searched the entire house! And then Lukas comes to tell us your in the hospital for an attempted assasination! Do you realize how much we worried?" Olivia exclaimed.
I raised my head to the sky and closed my eyes. I had no explanation. I turned to the nurse, she was gently smiling.
"Can I leave?" I want to leave. I need to walk and live. I can't stay here.
"Yes," the nurse replied kindly.
"No, no, no," Olivia sternly said. She blocked one escape.
"Olivia," Axel talked to Olivia calmly.
"Why?" Olivia glared at Axel.
"She's been stuck here for two days!" Immediantly, Lukas' words echoed in my head.
"I-I have to go somewhere. I'll be back!" Olivia stared out at me, but I didn't care.
I raced out of the hospital. Apart from my stomach still hurting, I was fine. Lukas was already talking to Aiden. To my surprize, Lukas didn't look angry. I ran to Lukas, but something caught my arm. Without thinking, I drilled my fist in it's face. A brown lock of hair escaped the black hood she had encasing her face. The person, who I had originally thought was a "he", ran. And a gleaming flash of silver escaped from her pocket. "Lukas!" I yelled. My fist had blood on it. A frown escaped me. He turned around and noticed something I hadn't.
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