In The Dark

22. Wow

After a long ride back to our temporary residence, Christopher dragged me to his room to clean me up, despite my continuous protests.

Somehow, the blood had seeped through my temporary bandage onto Christopher's shirt as he was by my side.

Once we reached his room, he opened the door to a room similar to mine. He closed the door behind me and instructed me to sit on his bed as he bought a wet washcloth and other medical equipment required.

He cut off the sleeve of my blouse and started off by cleaning the excess blood that had dried on my arm. He then proceeded to extract the bullet using a pair of tweezers which was quite a painful experience, to say the least.

He stitched me up, cleaned the wound with alcohol and then bandaged me up, this time more professionally. After the mini operation theatre setting was over, he passed me a water bottle and a couple of pills which, by my guess were painkillers.

"I don't need these," I tried to act tough despite the stinging in my arm.

He just shot me a look which should've have convinced anyone but, me being my stubborn self-was willing to argue. "I am absolutely fine," I muttered.

"Really?" he humoured and I nodded. He gestured for me to put the medicines on the bedside table, and as soon as I stretched my arm, I winced from the pain.

Christopher raised an eyebrow at me in question and I just sheepishly smiled at him.

He started unbuttoning his shirt and my eyes widened, "What are you doing!?" I shrieked.

"Changing my shirt. What a dirty mind you have," he shook his head at me amusedly.

"Come on, drink up," he told me as he took off his shirt. I just stared at him. My widened eyes trailed from his bare, well-built chest to his very defined six-pack and then lower to his prominent V-line, all while putting the pills in my mouth and gulping down the water.

Christopher noticed my roaming eyes, appreciating gaze and bewildered expression, and smugly smirked. The chuckle that escaped his throat snapped me out of my drooling daydream and I cleared my throat trying to recover from my shock.

A crimson red colour tinted my cheeks due to my embarrassment of being caught staring at his naked upper body.

"Appreciating the view?"

"Shut up," I mumbled, embarrassed.

He laughed, "Think of it now, it's way too hot to wear a shirt. I'll just stay this way."

My eyes widened even more and I gasped, "No! Uh, I mean that's not a good idea. Go put on a shirt."

"Why? You think you can't control yourself around me," he teased with a playful smile. I just rolled my eyes while smiling to myself.

He put on a sweatshirt and plopped down beside me, "You wanna change?"

"Yup, give me one of your sweatshirts."

"Why?" wiggled his eyebrows.

"Please, can I borrow your sweatshirt?" I sweetly asked.

"Only because I have lots of them." He went to his closet and returned with a black Adidas sweatshirt.

"Thank you!" I gleefully smiled at him and told him to turn around so that I could change, as his room didn't have an attached bathroom.

"You sure? I mean, you were checking me out before so, it's only fair if I get to do the same."

"Christopher!" I groaned. He just raised his hands in the air with an innocent look and turned around.

"Not even a peek?" he questioned.