Blame It On Pride

C h a pt e r F o r t y

Y/n's POV:

It's been a while, I have lost the actual count,

Rafe covered everting whilst I was in a rehabilitation, telling my parents that I've been offered a great opportunity in a test-course before graduating, however my friends was the most difficult part, they refused to believe...

I tried to camouflage it by saying that I have to stay longer due to the final mission, nonetheless that was not quite enough to persuade them,

Eventually, I managed to reassure that I am alright and that they have absolutely nothing to worry about, they do call... a lot...

"Just sign here and then you are free to go, however purchase all the medication prescribed in here, it is essential." The doctor said as I nodded and signed, Rafe was given all the instructions and prescriptions to do at home,

"I can do it myself..." I mumble as he glares at me from the papers, chuckling,

"Have some gratitude, besides u being shitty at taking care of yourself, I have to do it for you." He scoffs,

I roll my eyes as he immediately tenses, he puts the plates on the counter and steps closer to me,

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" He asks as I am pressed against the wall, however right before he could do anything, his eyes depict on the wound that is wrapped in bandages, he bites the inside of his cheek and looks back at me,

"Lord, you are lucky, otherwise you'd be on your k eyes by now."  He retreats, as his fingers brush over my bottom lip, his eyes sternly on it as he licks his own,

I feel my heart palpitating, he then cocks his head aside and sighing, he grabs the papers and indicates for us to go,

"Let's go."

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"Thank you so much." I say as the nurse smiles,

"Thank you." Rafe says,

We exit from the back door, it's dark, middle of the night, as it's also raining, heavily raining, I can see people in distance running towards their cars to not get wet, some retrieving their brollies, the sun is the sole resource of light besides the artificial lanterns,

"Hold on." Rafe says, placing his hand on the small of my back, stopping me from going into the rain, he then takes off his jacket, offering it to me,

"I'm alright-"

"Take the damn thing," he commands, as I nod and take it,

He glances inside the hospital, supposedly searching for someone to have an umbrella, however there's nothing,

"Alright, the car is there, we'll go quickly." He says, pointing to the black Mercedes, as I mutter in agreement, he then grasps my hand and leads us,

I exhale in relief once I feel the rain drops scattering against my skin, it feels so nice, so refreshing,

I then suddenly stop, he pulls me however I refuse to go,

"Y/n, what the fuck are you doing? We have to get your meds-"

"Have the sedatives varied off my now?" I suddenly ask, he pulls me closer, but I still stand my ground,

"What?" He asks, totally confounded, "why does that matter, Y/n, it's raining, let's go,"

"Have they?" I insist,

"Wha- fine, yes the have, you could've asked it in the car-"

"I still love you." I say, his lips slacken open as he turns fully to face me, for a couple of seconds he's silent, just staring at me, his hair is entirely drenched by now, however he seems quite ignorant about that,

"No, no you don't." He taunts, "Y/n, you hit your head-you-"

"No, no I did not, I didn't hit my head as you caught me in your hands, right before confessing..."

He steps closer to me, his jaw seemingly clenches as he looks right at me,

"We'll talk about it later." He says, pulling on my hand,

"Why later? Why do you always delay everything, why-"

"Because I am fucking mad over you!" He recites, "and it can't happen, do you understand?"

"Why, why not?"

"Because I am not good for you!"

"Do you think that it matters to me?" I yell,

"It should!"

"But it doesn't!"

I feel tears that swell in my eyes, I am not sure about him due to the rain blocking differentiation between teardrops and raindrops,

"Oh fuck it." He says,

As he grasps me by my back, pulling em closer however avoiding the wound and the pressure on it, he steps closer, grasping my cheek as I instinctively interlock my hands in his hair,

He groans and smashes his lips against mine, groaning my name,

The rain washes over us as we push each other closer, his hands over me, inspecting and tracing his hands over my whole body,

"I love you..." He whispers, pressing his forehead against mine...