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I smile, keeping my eyes shut. “Francis,” I whisper.
He squeezes my hand back. “Yes, Miss. It’s me.” He laughs lightly. “I didn't think I'd hear your voice again.” He says weakly.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” I crack my eyes open slightly. “Where is Atticus?” I scan the room, coming up empty.
“He’ll be here soon.”
“Okay. Wake me once he's here.”
“But how couldanyone ever love a beast?”
“Easy,” I whisper, opening my eyes and like a magnet, they land on him.
He snaps a book closed. Setting it beside him as he rises, coming closer. He has dried blood on his knuckles and it looks as if he hasn't slept in days. “You look tired,” I comment.
He cracks a smile. “Thanks, Little Bird.”
We watch each other for a moment, as if truly seeing each other for the first time. His clothes, black and tailored to his strong body. His hair is a mess as if his fingers have been running a marathon through it.
“When do I get to leave?”
He chuckles. “You just woke up and you want to go already?” He rubs his chin, “You’re not healed yet. We don’t want to disrupt the stitches. You lost a lot of blood and had to have your small bowel repaired. You won't be leaving until you are better.” He says.
“For how long though?”
“As long as it takes.”
I glower at him. I hate hospitals. I have ever since I woke up in one after fleeing for my life. I’m about to get sassy when my door opens and an attractive male tech comes in. He’s young, a pretty boy look to him. And when he smiles, two dimples pop. “Hello, Constance. I’m Daniel and I’m here to give you a sponge bath.”
“The fuck you are,” Atticus growls
The boy flinches, taking a couple of steps back, “Sir, we have to clean her, it’s…” his eyes widen as Atticus takes a step towards him.
“I’ll do it. Leave the stuff and fuck off.”
“Atticus,” I hiss.
He looks over to me and the look on his face tells me not to push him. The poor tech drops the stuff and all but runs out of there.
“You’re going to give me a sponge bath?” I hide my laugh.
“Well that fucker wasn’t going to.”
“Do you even know how?”
“Doctor Google can teach me. Now, hush. I need to research.”
I must fall asleep while he reads because I don't wake until I feel his strong hands massaging my legs with lotion. “What are you doing?”
“Following the steps. Can’t let your skin get dry.” His skilled fingers trail up the inside of my thighs, and a beeping starts on the machine. “Patience, Little Bird. I’ll fuck you when you’re healed. No need to get your heart racing.”
I flush looking away.
“Constance.”
“Hmm?”
“Look at me.” So, I do. “I love you.”
