I'm Sorry

Part 17

He tried prying her arms away from her face, but what he saw from her hidden face took him aback.

Eyes and nose all puffy, the wound on her cheek looked worse than before, and it's still bleeding. He could see that she was still crying. Then he saw them.

Red marks covered all over neck, were those hickeys? He looked straight into her eyes, suddenly felt a surge of anger inside him. He didn't know why.

"Who did this..?"

More tears fell from the corner of her eyes, and sobs escaped from her mouth.

"Where were you...?" She croaked in between sobs. He was speechless. He knew she wasn't answering his question, but now he knew something bad happened while he was gone.

"What, happened?" He asked. She only started to cry louder. Worry etched on his face, afraid that someone might woke up from the noise. His hands still holding her arms, so he pulled her to let the doctor sit up.

Her head hung low as she pulled back her arms from him, scooted a few inches away and hugged her knees. He was dumbfounded.

He started to think of something. What would he do if things like this happened? He looked at her, the wound started to get infected, he needed to do something about that. After a few awkward minutes, he got this crazy idea. He didn't know why would he thought of that, but that's what he could think of right now.

"Follow me." He ordered. She quickly snapped her head up, fear was still visible on her face expression. He knew that she was paranoid of something.

"Look, I don't know what shit you've been through, but I don't have time to make anything more worse. Just follow me, or you would rather stay here--"

"No!" She quickly answered. She looked scared, but somehow didn't want to be left out. He only sighed.

"Then do as I say." He got up without waiting her. As she was struggling to get up, he already walked his way towards the door, then turned around to see her pathetic state.

Her feet was all wobbly, since she hadn't walk for quite a while. He watched her managed to stand up like a child who was trying to learn how to stand on its own two feet. But he saw she was wincing in pain, she limped her way towards him, and he saw what her problem was. Her foot was still hurt, and looks like she also sprained her ankle. This is getting nowhere, he thought. He looked at her, still crying and trying to wipe fresh tears away from her eyes, snot trying to get its way out from her nostrils.

He quickly walked towards her, stopped completely in front of the distressed doctor. She was surprised at first, then turned into confusion when he turned facing his back at her, and squatted down, gesturing something that she didn't understand.

"Get on." He ordered her. She was surprised by his demand.

Was he trying to give her a piggybank ride?

She hesitated at first, but what choice did she have? When her arms reached out over his shoulders, he pulled them which cause her to bump on his back, and he quickly carried her on his back by hoisting her up putting his hands under her knees. He could feel her body tensed up when he got up, carrying her like a little child. He walked his way out from the room with ease, she only rested her arms on his shoulders, her body still froze from the sudden contact. As they were in the dark, still on their way to an unknown destination, it was utter silence. She took her time to look at him; although not many features were seen, but she could see he got broad shoulders, and despite their previous encounters, he was warm. She could feel the body heat he was emitting from his back, and she liked it. It was way better than the cold floor, she thought.