Page 59 of Love and War

He spoon fed me until I heard the scraping of me finishing the rest of it. I didn’t even realize how hungry I was until then.

Once I’d finished, he helped me drink the rest of another glass of water.

“Where are we?” I finally dared to ask.

At first, I thought he was going to ignore me as he stood up grabbing the bowl from the table and reached the door before turning back around.

“My cabin.”

“Why? Shouldn’t I be in the hospital?”

I mean, I haven’t seen my face, but my right arm is completely useless, and so is my left leg.

“You were, and now you’re here.” He’s clipped and dare I say rude.

I didn’t get a chance to say anything else as he left the bedroom again, leaving me alone with the fact that he won’t touch me. He couldn’t stand the thought of me. I knew it was all just a big fucking joke to him. He left me all those years ago, and now he was only taking care of me because, well, I don’t know.

I refused to need him.

I won’t.

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Aziza

Istaredatthewall for over an hour.

I counted.

5,640 seconds.

Ninety-four minutes.

One hour and twenty-seven minutes.

All that time staring at the damn wall. Waiting for him to come back in here, to explain to me what was happening.

Yet, it didn’t happen. I had to pee, and I could smell how ripe I was. I could yell for Killian to help me, but again I refused to let him help me. I wouldn’t need him.

Using my left hand, I ripped the covers off me, shocked when I took in the bruises covering my thighs, the scratches littering my right leg. Even my toes were bruised.

Groaning, I carefully maneuvered my right leg off the bed then dragging my left. The pain was so intense, I hissed, my eyes watering.

Just call out for him.

I shake my head. I can’t.

I won’t.

I tell my brain to shut up repeatedly as I try to get my feet on the ground. I have no idea how I’m supposed to actually walk to the bathroom, but that seems like a future me problem. Right now, I’m just trying not to cry out in pain.

I held my breath as I slowly lifted, my left hand barely holding me up.

Don’t, don’t do it. No, no, no.

I cried out, tears falling from my eyes. I felt the intense urge to throw up everywhere.

I felt him before I heard or saw him.

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