Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r T h i r t y - N i n e

Y/n's POV:

I feel myself forcing my eyes open, as the iridescent light shines through, I blink rapidly, trying to make out what has happened, however the first sight is Rafe, as he sits on the hair in front of the bed, his legs over the backside of the chair as he leans forwards, his hand intervenes with mine, as his other one on my stomachs,

A harsh and unanticipated pain hits me, as I look down and glare at the bandaged wound, flashbacks hit-

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'No-fuck Y/n-no, no-no-'

'Keep your eyes open, you can't leave me Y/n, you can't-'

'I fucking love you Y/n, so much

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He then suddenly opens his eyes, widening at seeing me,

'Y/n...?' He mumbles sleepily as he raises his head, our eyes meeting, all the memories hit back asI admire him, did he, did I-

'Do you love me?' I straight up ask as he narrows his eyebrows, leaning back,

'What-no, why would you think that, did you hit your head too hard?' He asks, no, no I am certain that he said that,

'But I remember-'

'You hit your head too hard, move on.' He says tersely, standing up and pacing towards the income, announcing for the nurse that I am awake, I am positive that he said that,

'Maybe I love you too?' I ask, almost inaudible, mumbling, however judging by his glare, he heard me clearly,

'Y/n, you just woke up, you are not in your right mind, wait for sedatives to vary off and then everything will be back to normal.' He says, sitting next to my bed, however not touching me this time, simply looking at me, everything about me, starting from my eyes, down to my lips as he pays precise attention to them, going lower and then back up,

Nurse rushes in as she walks closer to me, she is wearing white robes, her blonde hair in a bun and a clipboard in her hands,

A man, who is possibly the doctor walks in as well, closing the door,

'How are you feeling Mrs. Cameron?' He asks, as I glare at Rafe who is smirking and tilting his head, yes, that's him, I didn't hit my head hard enough to not distinguish that it's him, if I even hit my head at all, because all I remember is being caught in his hands...

'I am fine, when can I leave?'

Rafe chuckles,

'Well, certainly not tomorrow, however you did survive a fatal wound, that is surprising, but we still have to set up some examination, ensuring that you are free to go, and then we will be precisely sure, but for now, for your own safety...'

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The doctor asks several questions as the nurse examines the wound, everything seems fine, I do have a headache and can barely feel any part of my body, but he said it's normal, I am not sure how Rafe managed to  cover up the fact that I've ben shot, and how did he manage to register me as a pedestrian living in New York, since we are not officially living here...

The doctor finishes off and conveys for m to rest until tomorrow when they will officially inspect me,

Once they leave, I glance at Rafe who's already looking at me,

'When will sedatives vary off?' I ask,

'Do I look like a doctor to you?' He asks, as I shrug and turn my head around, he sighs,

'Approximately until tomorrow,'

I nod and mutter in agreement as then the door flops open, I see Barry walking in with sprinkling drinks and a plate with modicum breads on it,

'Guess what, I saw that massive-oh, Y/n, you awake-am I interrupting your little I-missed-you-my-love moment- I can leave-'

'What do you want?' Rafe asks tersely,

'We're you the one being shot? No, so let me talk, how ya doin' Y/n?'

I see Rafe clenching his jaw, as he grasps the edge of the bed and gets up quickly, Barry places the plate aside and backs away,

'Okay, okay man- I am leaving, not touching your girl-'

'I am not his-' I begin as he chuckles and paces quickly towards the door,

'Right, by the way he couldn't shut up about you-'

'Barry, fucking leave.' He says,

'Going, going, try the salmon sandwiches, they are delicious-

'I am not trying your fucking sandwiches, Y/n will have to call nurse once I screw your head open-'

'And who said that I was offering them to you, be a gentleman for once in a while, offering to snort a line does not count-'

He prowls towards Barry, his fists readily clenched as Barry quickly closes the door and runs off as I Evan hear his footsteps fading...

Rafe turns back around, looking at me,

'So you couldn't shut up about me?' I ask, smiling, he paces towards me, placing one of his hands and balancing on the headboard behind my head, his other hand steeping a lock of my hair behind my ear as he leans in, his fingers sending shivers down my body,

'You are so lucky that you are hospitalised, otherwise I'd give you a reason to wish you were.' He whispers, smirking...