- HAZEL -
I hate being in a hospital. I hate waking up to body aches and I hate not being able to move without the supervision of a health professional. I hate being connected to drips and taking several dications daily.
I hate perceiving the air here. I just hate being ill. There’s nothing fun about it. Aside from the well wishes and get well soon cards and gifts and actual food that’s not hospital food from friends, there’s nothing intriguing about being a patient. I can’t wait to get out of here. Especially when due to the raid, there was an implented school vacation for a long period of ti.
To not altar our education, so students may be transferred or we might have to rush our academic session when school finally resus but we won’t have any information till further notice. Right now, the news still revolves around the chaos. What I don’t want is to be stuck here for so long that I miss enjoying the ti away from school.
That would most definitely suck. I roll my eyes.
I’m the only one present in my room today. I’ve been here for two weeks and I’m still waiting for the day a doctor walks in and tells I will be discharged.
I hear so chatter coming from outside my room. I’m in one of the best rooms in this fancy, private hospital and I’m pretty sure these walls are pretty thick so it’s a shocker to that I can hear so chatter.
The chatter beca louder. This is when I glance towards the door. The door is open. Erging from it is Killian with a doctor. They seem to be having a serious discussion. The doctor keeps reviewing so files, which I know are patient files, in his hand while communicating with Killian.
I clear my throat. I’m passing through this freaking boredom that I know it would be nice to talk to soone even if it’s a doctor, but no, the person whose attention I want to get is Killian.
Killian looks my way. The man winks at with a grin then averts his gaze back to the doctor. This makes my cheeks burn. I guess I’ll just have to pretend I have sothing better to do while waiting for him.
“Thank you, doctor.” Killian’s voice slips into my ears, louder this ti. I stare at the door again. He’s walking in. The mont he stands before , warm lips gently rests on my forehead. This sends shivers throughout my body. “Hello beautiful.” Killian says, a warm, gentle and sowhat deep tone. If voices were edible, I would eat his. “How are you doing today?” He walks in front of , making himself comfortable on the sofa close to my bed.
“Hi.” I respond. I can’t help but smile so sheepishly.
His question finally hits . I blink.
“I have a wound and I’m stuck on a hospital bed. Have a guess.” I say. Before now, I never thought sarcasm would sound so sweet coming out from .
Killian takes a careful look at . I know he’s concerned but the way he looks at makes feel. . . Sexy. My God! This man can undress you with his eyes respectfully.
“Stop staring at .” I breath, looking down at myself. I’m not dressed in a way to make him look at like that.
“Does a mother tell her baby not to drink milk from her breasts? Or does she tell the child to halt the addiction to it?” Killian’s voice was deep. That question made feel dumb. I get his point and I have to say,. . . . I pause, searching for the right word, I gulp,. . . . I have to say that I don’t know what to say. A deep chuckle resounds in my ears. “You’re so beautiful when you’re puzzled, my innocent kitten.”
First off, ‘innocent’ and the word ‘cat’ does not mix. It’s like calling a wet pussy pure or not needy and I am not referring to the animal cats.
“I’m not innocent.” I murmur. He stands up and walks to . Killian’s arms are on the ends of my bed, supporting his form as he leans towards . His face is just inches apart from mine, forcing to gaze at him.
“To , you are.” His lips locks with mine, devouring my mouth in a short kiss. When his mouths gets off mine, I bite my lower lip. I don’t like when he teases like that. When he kisses , my body begs for more but I know I won’t get more. Not unless he wants to give it to . And his speciality is making beg for it.
“You’re disgusting for enjoying the tongue of a sick person.” My eyes leers from his lips to his eyes then back to his lips again. I swallow, starvation dawning hard on .
“Oh?” Killian breath. His hand probes my body till it lands on my neck. I enjoy the gentle strokes of his thumb on my skin. I feel his breath fan my face as he closes in on . I shut my eyes, tilting my head slightly higher to et his mouth.
Killian’s nose nuzzles my skin as he tempts with his touch. “And you’re nasty for wanting more of this ‘disgusting’ man.” He whispers to my face. I feel his lips next to mine but not on mine.
This makes open my eyes. He draws his head away from mine. Touché. Very unprofessional and touché. I hate that it gets to this hard but can anyone bla ?
I an, it’s Killian.
“I have news.” He says, standing upright before .
“Well then, tell .” I murmur, keeping my gaze on him. He looks amused.
“Get ready to leave because we’re heading back to where we t tonight.”
My eyes almost bulge out of my sockets when I hear the words. I take my ti to process it, to be sure that I didn’t just imagine what he said because those are the words I’ve been wanting to hear, and he actually said that. “T. . .t. . .” I start. My words fumble and I clear my throat, trying to regain my composure before speaking again. “Tonight?” I ask.
Killian smirks in return. He’s serious. I’ve been discharged. Oh my days, I thought this day would never co.
“I have strict orders from the hospital to take good care of you and follow a health plan and you’re all mine to have.”
Fuck orders, I will live however they want to and eat what they recomnd all on my own if it ans not having to be here. I throw the sheet concealing the lower part of my body to the side, exposing my legs.
“When will I get these casts off?” I ask, referring to the cast on the arm where the bullet hit.
“In due ti.” Killian utters. That sounds good to as long as I don’t have to be here. I place both my legs out the bed and Killian walks to help stand.
“I love you, you know that right?” I say, staring right at him. Killian pulls to him by my waist. The way he holds spells that I’m his in so many ways but there’s literally no one here but the two of us so I don’t get it. But do I love it? Hell yeah. I love that everywhere and anywhere, he shows how much he cares about . It warms my heart each ti.
“Not even with a bullet stuck in my head would I forget.”
A frown forms on my face at his words. I know a jest when I hear one. I smack his shoulder. “Not funny.” Killian laughs, holding tighter. “I love you, Hazel. More than life itself.”
SIDE NOTE FROM AUTHOR: I honestly can’t wait for them to get back ho too, the drama waiting to unfold!! Ouuu.
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