He says nothing and moves over to the closet to change. He walks back a few minutes with only sweatpants on, "What happened?" I probed.
"Nothing I can't handle." he walked over to the bed and sits gently on it, "Why aren't you sleeping?" He asked again, opening the side drawer and pulling out a pill bottle,
"I couldn't sleep." I stuttered. He poured out three tablets and shoved into his mouth, before laying his head down on the pillow and closing his eyes. One could easily assume he was used to this, I stood at the end of the bed watching him, he eyes fluttered open to see me standing there-
"And, you're still here?"
Why's he being rude? He's the one who got himself stabbed or shot.
"Why won't you tell me what happened to you? do you know how worried I was when you didn't show up, then you show up with a bloodied shirt and a wound and-" I rambled and he cuts me off with a wince,
"Are you coming to bed or are you just gonna stand there?"
"You mean with you, in the s-same bed?" I stuttered, but his deadpan stare had me quickly sliding into the covers,
This is uncomfortable.
I turned my attention back to him and reached out to trail my finger on his wound, "Does it hurt?" He cleared his throat, "Not so much. I will be fine in the morning." he uttered simply,
"Was it a gun wound or a knife wound or others, perhaps a robbery attack or a mob attack -"
"Eva." He stretched with a groan.
"Fine..." I gave in with a sigh, it was useless getting anything out of him. I moved up a little closer to his head to sleep. I closed my eyes for a while, but had them open again, I don't know why I did, I just did.
I guess I just wanted to see what he looked like when he was asleep. I turned to look at him, but to my very surprise he was wide awake staring at me,
In a strange odd way.
Why's he staring at me like that? "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" I mumbled hysterically and he shook his head.
He reaches out and caresses my cheeks with his thumb softly, still staring at me. "Are you cold?" I asked and he shook his head again.
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"I just wanna make sure I'm not dreaming, that you are actually here with here.." He whispered and my heart clenched a little inside,
Then I remembered my words to him this morning, and I became saddened, "About this morning-" He cuts in by placing a finger between my lips, shaking his head slightly, "Don't apologize, I understand -"
I smiled widely.
"Now sleep, we have a long day tomorrow," He said and I leaned closer to him and covered him properly with the blanket.
I soon felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. At first it uncomfortable and my heart couldn't stop accelerating rapidly in my chest. Then slowly I got used to it and fell asleep peacefully.
The next morning
I awoke the next morning to a few rumbling noises. I yawned and sat up straight to see some suitcases and bags scattered on the floor, what's going on?
"Carlos?" I called and he walked out of the closet with his phone pressed to his ear and on seeing me awake he hangs up, "Morning?" He mumbles, looking a lot more cheerful than yesterday.
"How's your wound?" I asked, taking my eyes to it.
"Better." He responded. I then took my eyes back to the scattered boxes, "What's going on, Are you going somewhere?"
"We are moving to the family house," he uttered and I looked at him confused for a while,
"Where?" I asked.
"Not so far from here." he replied and walked back to the closet. I jumped out of the bed to help him pack, as long as we are not leaving the country. It's fine, I guess.
