Mend

What did I really plan to do? With an injured body, a far destination, and the dangerous sea?

Isn't that…

"My chance for a thrilling escape," I casually countered, immediately trying to remove his hold on me but I didn't succeed because his hold possessed more of what I thought.

That is definitely painful now, but I can't allow myself to let him know it. I pulled my hands with more force than earlier so I almost threw myself on the sea again when he suddenly free his hold on me.

Though it didn't happen for his hand snaked on my bare waist, his instance dominated my body, pulling me closer to him, now his hold is better than the railing that is supposed to secure people from falling.

His chest is now on mine and the tube is not doing any good to me now. I can feel mine squeezed by him.

I remained silent... silently angry and cold.

His orbs traveled to my face. He stared deeper. Then his lips parted... before it rose a little on the edges. It disappeared on a second. Yet I knew what I saw.

"I am afraid I couldn't allow that,"

His breath caressed my cheeks better than the sea wind.

I cannot even decide when to die now? Then what am I left to decide?

To just follow him?

Them?

No.

"I do not need your permission," I countered.

"For some times, yes, you do have to," he countered back, getting more menacing for the succeding minutes.

His eyes moved to my shoulders and the arm he just gripped. And for the 4th time, I am again disturbed when he suddenly carried me like a weightless thing— bridal style.

Why do he always just do these...things.

"Get me down," I ordered, uneasy in my position.

"I'm not on your fucking mercy,"

Furious at his control, I raised my hand to point my gun at him but he quickly snatch it and threw it away on the sea.

"I said no, Flinn"

Why is he being reprimanding on me now?

Wiggling on his hold to remove myself from this awkward position since his hold on me is not that tight anymore, he abruptly threw me in the air. Since I am not clinging my hands at him, I felt a bit nervous being thrown, but he skillfully catched me, preventing a fall.

He renewed his hold on me. His fingers unpurposedly brushed the side of my boob.

"Do it again and I'm gonna bomb your hea-" my words are cut again when he effortless threw me one more time.

I kept my mouth close because the throw is higher now, and with the position I am in, I am certain I would fall hard on the floor that I may even break my back.

I am positive that I won't ever hold into him though.

I would look like a damsel in distress on the arms of a dark knight.

That was so out of my league.

And I don't need a knight.

He silently continues to walk, and that's also when I realized there are not much people here anymore. The ones running and crying for help, where are they? What happened to them?

We entered the elevator. I am silent the whole time but that doesn't mean I did not find a way to escape him.

I've even tried to throw him a punch, so now he is imprisoning my hands.

I tried to use my feet, so his hand on my legs is pressed against them too.

We then entered the same room where I left my luggage. I thought he will now leave me here alone but instead, he opened the little cabinet they have in here and pulled out a box, a medicine box.

He carefully placed me on the bed. Instantly, my blood is staining the white sheets. His other hand is still holding my wrist as he darkly read the labels of the ointments and medicines available.

He still looks dark even with just a simple reading. Foreign nose, reddish lips still wet for some reason, perfectly shaped strong jaw, and curly thick lashes covering the darkest orbs I've ever seen. He feels heavy on the eyes.

My orbs wandered to his sprawled legs on the bed, leaving me only half of the half of the bed. The space is just enough for me... as well as it is enough for his massivity... or even not enough.

His parents, I feel like they are not hard on him. And that they are doing well in life. Her mother loves bright things and places. His father, although not as warm as his wife, is also not this dark.

I glanced at my shoulder and that's when I suddenly felt the pain in it. It is really weird that my body tends to just acknowledge my pain if either someone pinpoints it or my eyes darts to it.

He faced me, now with a cotton and alcohol in his hands. He poured alcohol on the piece of cotton he is holding and is about to use it on me but I moved away from him. He didn't allow his hand to let go of mine though.

"The shoulder is bleeding." he calmly pointed out, looking at my shoulders when I eyed him coldly.

He should stop what he is doing.

"And what?" I discarded his reason, now angry at his calmness. I don't even know what agitating about that!

His smirking lips caught my attention. Then his opinion earlier resurfaced again.

I smiled.

"You do not care a bit about my life so why are you here for a gunshot?"

He only clenched his jaw. He busied himself rummaging the box again. He didn't answer me back. He is just untensed of what I keep throwing him.

I stared at him more. Who would believe an enemy attending his enemy's wound? We are supposed to watch each other die.

Not like this.

Since the silence will only fuel awkwardness and questions in my mind again, I talked.

"Where are they?" I asked him, pertaining to the guests of this ship.

"By now should you be just thinking about yourself?"

Such a useless conversationalist.

My eyes flew at my wrist that is being held carefully by his large calloused hand.

I frowned.

He is meddling with my personal space. So much.

"Transferred to another ship," he continued.

I remembered a scene earlier while I am hanging on the window. So that was a good news?

He slowly guided my back and made me face the mirror on the side. I watch how he darkly inspect the shot on my shoulders through our reflection in the mirror. He looked for something on the box and pulled a gauze out. He used cotton to clean the surface. He spends his time seriously sterilizing it. I am in trance watching how manly his jaw is moving all the time. And all the while I remained curious.

And searching for something I couldn't lay my fingers on.

I moved when he touch something painful. He glanced back me and stopped for a while, then he continued doing it again, gentler this time.

Why am I letting him? And what are we getting into?

I glanced at him by the mirror again. He is done cleaning it and he is unfolding the gauze now.

"I can do that better," I said, giving that strong independent woman vibe again.

"Said you?" it was an insult.

"This is my body. I have all the upperhand compared to you. I know what to-"

He lightly dotted a painful part.

I stopped.

Fucker...

"Didn't know you are noisy."

He remained silent, ignoring me completely to continue what he wants.

He is still securing a gauze on it but I am already feeling my heavy eyes. I caught him looking at me in the mirror before he pulled me closer to him, with me leaning on his chest. My eyes drawled back when his hand held on my elbow.

"What are you doing then?" I asked him, looking up on his mysterious dark face.

"Nursing someone stubborn,"

I shook my head when his voice suddenly sounded calming in my ears. I think I should also get some sleep now.

He is free to kill me if he want.