She looked at him like she had seen a monster. He froze as he did not expect that reaction from her. She was supposed to fight back, right? She came here to kill him for goodness' sake.
She began trembling visibly that he could not bring himself to hurt her. He pressed his lips together in displeasure as he did not like the fact that she was using the pity card against him in a fight that spilled blood.
"You just stabbed me. You must pay with your life," I told her seriously as I released her hand that held the knife. The knife dropped to the floor. "Who sent you to kill me?" he asked her with a serious frown.
He was trying to persuade himself that the open wound that was dripping blood and soaking his shorts with red sticky liquid was caused by the woman and that she has to pay.
His friends had always made fun of him as he has always been soft towards girls. A girl could hug his arm and get away with but I man would most likely end up with a broken arm or dislocated wrist. He would call it sexual assault or self-defensive.
He looked down at the source of the warm sticky feeling around his lap and pressed his hand over the wound. He has gotten stabbed once on earth.
He was a very daring young man but not a troublesome one or the overly bad guy type but he had to save his friend who got on the wrong side with a gang he believed was very jealous of his friends.
He was someone who prioritizes unity and loyalty. That friend of his was the youngest among them and he was the reason the boy had joined his mini-gang.
He was not the gang leader as they did not have a gang leader. They were close friends and he always looked after his own. The boy was his sister's crush and he was still in high school.
He defended the boy alone when they got ambushed after playing basketball together on a sunny Saturday afternoon. He was not weak enough to get hurt but it was one against five because that boy does not know how to fight.
He was in the boy's street as those boys would never be able to get into his street. He got stabbed at the end of the day.
His father made sure that those boys, all five of them ended up in jail, they were old enough to. He was his father's only son. He was not even sure if they committed most of the crimes they were accused of.
He was unconscious for three days and his mother was reading the novel one of his favorite action movies was adapted from when he woke.
It was painful as a matter of fact. The boy was traumatized by the incident until he woke up. the boy kept shaking and crying.
It was painful and he swore that he would never get stabbed again but what was this?
He pressed the wound to stop the bleeding. He did this too when he got stabbed but it did not take long for his hand to get weak and the crying boy tried to stop the bleeding with his shaky hands while trying to call an ambulance and raise alarm in the neighborhood.
Why was he not getting weak? He looked at the woman only to see her sprawled in a pool of what was most likely her blood.
He swallowed and walked to his bed like he had not gotten stabbed with what was a six inches knife. I sat down on the soft bed and pulled the sheet.
His guards were not around. He did not want to get killed this way. He felt so alone as someone who was surrounded by people all his life.
He wanted to cry. You could all him emotional. He tore off a piece of linen from the beddings and wrapped it around his wound.
This was much easier. He could guess that the girl did not have magic to be tackled by him. He did not even do much to tame her and avoid death.
But that was for the moment because he was still bleeding from that deep wound and it was not as painful as he thought it would be.
I dressed the wound and when he began feeling weak and sleepy, he did not hesitate to lie down and gave full permission for the sleep to take him away.
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He winced as the light was too bright. He had a dream that he woke up to see his mother beside him reading that same book to him.
Reality gave him, the knight he hated looking at the bloody scene in the room. He frowned and rubbed his eyes. The man should learn how to avoid disturbing his night's rest.
The bright light that streamed in through the opened window told him otherwise. It will be another sunny day for him. His hands went to the wound he had wrapped up and it was not bleeding.
"I need a doctor," he told the knight with a hoarse voice before clearing his throat as he tried to stand up.
He stood up and stretched. He met the gaze of the man who was looking at him in horror especially because of the way he had bent his bloodied abdomen forward in the stretch.
It reminded him of the look in the woman's eyes before she killed herself when he was inattentive. Whatever was happening was better than feeling the pain he experienced for two weeks after he woke up.
"I said I need a doctor so we could continue our journey," he ordered the knight with his brow furrowed angrily.
The man narrowed his eyes that were once widened. He smiled when he met the man's gaze and began walking to where the bathtub, he had a bath in last night was.
"Your highness, this woman . . ."
He felt like flicking the man's brow for talking so dimwittedly. "You are crazy. You should be worried about me and not anyone else."
The knight turned the woman over and pushed the curly black hair that covered her face. He shook his head when he saw that beautiful face again.
"She was really beautiful," he murmured and walked into the room. The bathtub had fresh water in it and he stepped into it without bothering about the open wound in his abdomen.