Eyes still closed, I started to regain my consciousness as I lift my finger just to feel the softness of what I assume the bed.
"...lia," At the mention of Lia, my eyes abruptly opened. For a moment I feel my body swayed like a wave because of lightheadedness. When I fully regained my consciousness my eyes met hazel ones.
"You're awake," With a deep husky voice and a rough edge, he said. I stared at the crazy doctor, for a moment, lost. He looks tired.
"Say something," Grabbing my shoulders, his concerned tone drag me back to reality. I felt every muscle of my body ache and I grunt. Taking in my surroundings, we're in a very dull-looking room with just this bed, where I am laying, and a side table with tools and the machines and apparatus beside it.
"Does it hurt somewhere?" He asked and I move his hands away from my shoulders as I propped myself up. Shaking my head, I check my body.
I think hospital gowns are my current new fashion.
"What happened to your head?" I asked him when I noticed the dried blood on the left part of his head and the scratches all over his face. He raised an eyebrow at the question.
"What?" Disbelief is dripping on his tone. He seems to want to ask something as he opened his mouth but still staring at him, I lift my hands to touch it. It's obvious, he was taken aback.
"Doesn't it hurts?" Caressing the skin beside his wound, I asked again. Even if I'm shocked to feel him leaning into my touch, I didn't react and continue to caress it.
He looks like a wounded puppy.
He didn't answer my questions but instead, ask, "Can you clean it for me?" He lifts his gaze and his hazel eyes met mine. My heart stopped beating for a moment.
"Of course," I smiled timidly that he responded with a full-blown grin. He pushed the side table with tools to roll it over my side and cutely, he let me hold the tools that I needed like he's giving me a lollipop.
Wow. The world is really unfair.
When he sat down beside me, his body in my direction, I started to clean his wounds. My eyebrows furrowed as I notice that the wound looks serious.
"Do you already checked this?" I asked him, my eyes still focus on the wound. He chuckled and he played the blanket that's covering the lower half of my body. I can feel his hands on my legs at the action.
"No, it's not necessary." I stopped at that. I looked at him straight in the eyes with a dead serious face.
"What do you mean, it's not necessary? It looks serious. You can get an infection or a concussion for all we know." I spat, my voice angry for some reason and he's taken aback at my outburst.
"Well, I—wait, are you seriously worried about me?" He asked when he can't seem to fire back at what I said. I'm speechless for a few moments and but I immediately crossed my arms after.
"Of course. Well, do you feel dizzy or something?" Firing a quick question, I divert the topic. He raised his eyebrow at that but just smirk and shakes his head.
"You know baby girl I'm a doctor myself." He said and his hands found it's way to my fingers that is now resting in my lap. He fiddled with it and his warm and large hands feel like a blanket on my small ones.
"Pah, You're a doctor not a psychic. You still need to check it." I said stiffly. I can't help but feel nervous and tense. While his fingers are busy playing with mine, he looked up and our eyes met.
"It's okay." Whispering, he moved his body to close the distance between us. His left hand cornered me at the bed rest that our faces barely miss.
"You're all I needed anyway." Looking down to my lips, he said. That's really corny and shit but I can't found my care to react to it. I started to feel dizzy at the small gap between our faces. He smells like musk and oranges.
And damn, why does it smell so good?
"Can I...?" I'm taken aback by his question. Why is he asking for my permission, is he not the 'boss' here?
I snorted, I found it funny so. But before I could ruin the moment he grabbed the hair on the back of my head and smashed his lips with mine. My eyes widened as I took in what just happened.
The heck...?
I tried to stop him but when he shoved his tongue inside, I made the most disgusting sound of a moan. I really hate myself.
Why I am making those disgraceful sounds? It hurts my pride, I am a very graceful and conservative 21st-century woman.
Kidding.
I fought back and our tongues mingled with each other, teeth clashing to one another. His hands squeezed both of my cheeks and close the nonexistent distance between our bodies. The air is hot because of the heat we both created, a fire that suddenly erupted.
Slipping his hands on my hospital gown, he massaged the sides of my hips. I make the ugliest moan I've ever heard but it seems to work as his hands traveled further.
Opening my eyes, I looked around. Before he can start on the lower part of my body, I sit on his lap, this time dominating the kiss. I let him lay down on the bed and whispered at low and hopefully a seductive tone.
"Let's play," I said. His eyes widened but immediately grinned when I rubbed myself at his beast. Damn, it's alive and ready to work.
Biting my lips, I started to kiss his neck and tried to find his soft spot. Damn, this is the problem when you don't have experience. Distracting him, my hands carefully search for the white cloth I just saw, and when I feel it in my hands I smirked, sneakily pulling it towards me.
"Don't cheat," I teased and put the white cloth to blindfold his eyes. I shudder when I feel the little him twitch right on my spot.
I started all over, groping and kissing, and when I near his awaken beast,
I hit his acupuncture points and he dropped dead.
Hah. I wish.
I checked if he's still breathing by putting my forefinger under his nose and yeah, unfortunately. Hopping off the bed I limped towards the door but I make a quick U-turn to get his keys, just to be sure.
When I get outside of the room, I locked it with chains that I get from another room on the side. We're still in his house but I think it's somewhere I didn't ever saw before.
Well, I just stay here for three days and get locked in the rooms to get tortured all day long so how can I know?
Forcing myself to quickly walk and get to the main door, I hopped and skipped that cause me to breathe unevenly.
Damn, when I get out of this hell, I will really hit the gym.
But not before changing my outfit of course.
I exhaled loudly when I got out with trembling hands and knees. Well, it's actually my whole body that is trembling.
Why does this house feel like a maze?
I debated for a moment what route to take when I'm already outside of the house. Is it right or left? But then, I decided that I should take the route where James lead the way when we tried to escape. I throw the left flip-flops that I'm wearing to the other side just to hopefully confuse that doctor if he ever gets out of the door.
I turned to look at the house for the last time. Well, I hope this is the last time.
I shake my head and hopped and hopped. I purposely didn't take the straight path of the road and go to the woods on the side. This way, it will be complicated for that crazy doctor to catch me completely.
After minutes of hopping and huffing, I rest my hands on a tree. I combat the drowsiness that I'm feeling that may be from the exhaustion and the medicine that the crazy doctor had given me when I'm unconscious. When I can't stop my eyes from dropping, I laid down on the ground.
Just a moment.
I think.
I will sleep for a moment.