Tainted

25

~Sebastian~

"What the fuck do you mean she left without anyone and now she's hurt?"

"She slipped on some ice. I'm practically there Bash." She fucking called Nicky. She got hurt and she called him. Not me. Even if she's mad, she fucking called anyone else. What the actual fuck?! "She just needed some air to calm down."

"There's fucking air at home." I slammed my car door shut, turning the engine on, and heading home. I wouldn't be there for 20 minutes. She was fucking hurt and I couldn't even get to her. "I'm going to kill you Nikolai. I told you to not leave her side."

"She left without saying anything. I didn't have anything on me because it's below fucki- you know what I just pulled up. I'm going to deal with your pissed off wife because you couldn't listen to other people that told you not to fucking keep it from her." The call ended and I swear. He's so fucking dead. He's so far past dead I need a necromancer to bring him back so I can fucking kill him again. Then I'll find him in hell and kill him over and over again for eternity.

I get home and he's stood by the front door. I don't even have time to get all the way inside when he starts talking.

"She burned her hand. Didn't say that on the phone. Said she fell, spilled her drink, and twisted her ankle. But it's blistered. I've had it under water since we got home I've just put that cooling burn shit on and wrapped it. She's- " I ran up the stairs before he could finish telling me. I didn't really care about what he had to say.

I burst into the room, Pip instantly lifted her head from the book, scowling and going back to it. Still mad. Still fucking stunning. Still madly in love with her.

"Book down."

"Out."

"Oh fuck no." I walked over, taking the book out of her hands and tossing it across the room. "And I swear to god if that word leaves your mouth I'll break my promise on doing whatever you need because I am done with this." She snarled and I pulled the duvet back looking at her swollen ankle. "Wriggle your toes."

"Nick-"

"I don't give a fuck. Wriggle. Your. Toes." She does so, nothing's broken. Thank fucking god. I put the ice pack back covering her foot back up with the duvet and sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Hand."

"No."

"Poppy."

"It's fine. Nicky sorted it. You're all being dramatic. It's nothing."

"If it's nothing then you'll let me agree with you." She crossed one arm over herself, flinching before putting it back quickly. "You didn't just burn your hand did you?"

"Just my hand."

"Poppy do not test me I will tear your clothes off you."

"I. Am. Fine."

"You're so fucking stubborn wife." I snatch her hand, pulling it up onto the bed and unwrapping it. She didn't fight it. Huffed. grumbled. Sucked in a load of air through her teeth as I pulled the bandage off. "Right where else?"

"Nowhere." I clench my jaw tight.

"Poppy. I'm trying my best to stay calm right now but you fighting me whilst I'm trying to help isn't making it any easier. Tell me before I lose my temper." She blinks. "Where hurts Pip? Let me fix it."

"My shoulder."

"Right. Okay." I stand up, coming back into the room with a first aid kit and pair of scissors. "Jumpers got to go I'm afraid." She nods at me and I start at the bottom, cutting up it slowly. "You called Nicky."