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He nods slowly before he tells me and I grab what I need from the kitchen, lounge and bedroom.
Yes, his medical kit is far different from mine, although it’s clean, the blades are not medical blades… it’s clearly just a bunch of things that do the job thrown in there. Whatever does the job – that’s what this case screams.
I get to work. Starting by washing my hands before I walk over to the bed, where he’s still pretty much hard and is unabashedly not hiding it.
Focus Valerie…
Taking another deep breath, I try not to look at the front of his pants and instead on the wound, as I slip two towels beneath him. “Alright, I’m going to clean it and then cut you, ok?”
“Go for it. There’s peace in the pain, anyway.”
Those words make me pause for a moment before I wipe the area clean, feeling him tense.
“I’ll be gentle.”
“Don’t be… like I said, there’s peace in it…”
“Alright…”
I reply softly, looking down at his perfect abs, as I gently place my hand on his lower stomach, ready to begin this.
I don’t know what we are to one another right now, but we’ll figure it out… just ast we will figure out everything else…
Ok… here I go…
I frown slightly, creating a thin long cut along the bruise, thin but deep. Instantly grabbing another towel as blood begins seeping out.
I place the towel down and I use my fingers to push the skin apart, my eyes blazing as I try to find the source that’s stopping him from healing. It doesn’t take long for me to see the little glittering pieces of some kind of metal… and probably laced with poison.
I get to work removing them and soon I have forgotten about anything but the goal at the front of my mind to get him fixed up. I adjust my position, tucking my knee and my leg under me as I focus on what I’m doing.
After a while, I pause to wipe my sweaty forehead when my arm brushes his package, which has gone down now, much to my disappointment.
Wow, he’s injured and you’re looking at his dick, way to go, girl.
I take a deep breath, feeling the familiar adrenaline rush that always takes hold of me when I’m performing surgery.
Glancing up at him, his eyes are shut and I’m not sure if he’s even conscious. “Zade?”
My heart skips a beat when there is no response. “Come on my sexy Stallion… open your eyes…”
I mutter but he’s actually unconscious.
I look down again, focusing on what I’m doing, but I’m unable to pick out what’s left of the shattered bullet or whatever was used on him. The pieces are far too deep. I need something small to pick those out,
Fuck.
I need tweezers or something to use!
I’m going to have to go next door, even if it’s dangerous.
I’ll stay on alert.
Taking a deep breath, I place the towel over the incision I’ve made and grabbing a top of his I slowly creep out of the room, I’m about to walk to the entrance when I hesitate. What if someone is waiting?
My stomach is filled with unease as I slowly walk towards the door. My hand is on the door handle when I feel a powerful wave of unease. If he told me I shouldn’t…. I know I shouldn’t, but….
Glancing back to the bedroom door, I pick up Zade’s keys and
Out of hisapartment, my heart thumping. Come on Valerie, you are part of the Sublime. There is no human that can hurt me.
Just get in, grab my emergency medical supplies and – Wait, aren’t they in my car?
My heart leaps with relief when I realise they are indeed in my car, and the best part is I have my keys with me!
I leave the apartment, swiftly locking the door behind me. The bag of food still sits outside the door, and I quietly make my way down the steps.
I’m halfway down when I realise I’m not alone, but without the chip… they won’t do anything, right?
I stay on edge as I make my way downstairs, but no one pops out and nothing happens.
Would alerting the police work? But my phone is dead.
What do I do?
Looking around, I realise it isn’t worth it. If they do a search, there’ll be things I would need to explain and right now, I don’t want to. Zade isn’t well, and he is trying to keep a low profile. It wouldn’t be fair to him.
Once outside, I make my way to the cars. Who knows, they might know which car is mine, or be watching from the shadows.
Despite the unease that is growing within me, it’s a risk I’m going to take.
Unlocking the car, I grab the medical kit, shoving it into one of the bags I have in the trunk of my car before I lock up and head back inside. I swiftly make my way upstairs. This time I don’t sense anyone around the area.
Upon entering Zade’s apartment, I do a quick look around before locking the door and placing an upturned basket in front of it and I place a few items on top of it too. If anyone tries entering, I’ll hear them.
Hurrying to the bedroom, I get back to work, having to reopen the incision once again since it’s partially healed, a sure sign that removing the poisonousfragments has helped.
Thank the goddess!
Just a bit longer.
VALERIE.
I glance up at him, but he’s still out of it. Taking a deep breath, I continue. Another painful thirty or forty minutes later, I’m done.
I think I’ve got them all, but I will have him get a scan just to be sure, for now, this will help him immensely. I sit back after glueing the deep cut shut. With his rapid healing, it will close by itself and does not need stitches.
I wipe the blood away and apply the dressing over the cut before I sit back feeling exhausted.
Up until now, I didn’t realise how I was feeling. My only thought was to heal him. Thank the goddess you’re ok.
I plant a soft kiss on his abs before brushing his auburn locks off his face and stand up, cleaning up the blood and taking away the dirty towels. After wiping him down and removing the bed sheet that had some blood splattered on it, I wash the items I used and leave them to dry on the counter before I look down at myself. I need a shower.
I glance back at Zade. His heartbeat is steady, and I smile faintly, feeling relaxed.
He’s going to be ok….
I sit down on the bed beside him for a moment, simply gazing at his face.
Zade…
Leaning over, I brush his hair off his forehead, my gaze dipping to his earring and then the small tattoo behind his ear. He has several tattoos, from his hands. to his arms, his left breast, a few on his leg and a few on his back. Most are symbols, skulls or words.
Like the one along his left shoulder. ‘The Goddess forgives, but I don’t’.
Kissing his cheek softly, I turn away and get off the bed, deciding to go shower, taking another clean towel with me before I walk into the bathroom. Leaving the door open a crack so I can hear if anyone shows up or if Zade needs me, I strip out of my clothes.
Switching on the shower, I step under the stream of water and close my eyes as I roll my neck, enjoying the hot water.
Once showered, I step out, grab a towel, and wrap it around myself. Returning tothe bedroom; I walk over to his rack of clothes and pick up a shirt; I glance at the bed before I remove my towel, about to dry my hair when I sense someonewatching me and I know exactly who it is.
I hold the towel to my breasts as I turn, relieved to see his eyes are open, my heart racing when I notice how he’s drinking up my naked form, his gaze lingering on my thighs, which I’m barely covering with this tiny towel.
“I think I got all the fragments out. How are you feeling?”
I ask breathlessly, turning away slightly, knowing I’m giving him a full nude side profile, but deep down I’m enjoying his attention.
“Great.”
He replies, his deep voice making me swallow hard.
“Good to hear,”
I whisper. “Do you want something to drink or anything?”
I pull on his shirt, now turning back to him, very aware that I’m not wearing any panties. Should I grab some boxers?
“Nothing…. Come here.”
His command makes my heart skip a beat and I go over to the bed, getting onto it. I reach out for his hand, which he gives me.
“You need to rest, sleep. I’ll sleep on the sofa…”
I suggest meekly. I know he’s far too weak to do anything more, but the look in his eye has me worried he’ll try something, and I won’t be able to behave, and he does need his wound to heal fully first.
One of us needs to be responsible, but he’s making that so hard for me.
“There’s plenty of space on this bed for the both of us,”
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