𝓜𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 | Enemies to lovers | 18+

Chapter twenty-one

Aidens pov

I think I'm dead.

Fucking hell, I can't remember the last time my hip, or anything for that matter hurt this bad.

But I wouldn't be hurting if I was dead right?

And my throat feels like the Sahara.

Damn I really need to drink something.
My mouth waters at the thought of something to drink.

And don't let me start on a delicious meal.

I reluctantly open my eyes.
Immediately I'm blinded by the sun streaming through the wide window to my right.

The next thing I notice is the strange room I am in.

Am I- is this a fucking hospital?

At last I find Azalea asleep to my left. Half on her chair and the other, upper half of her body on the bed I'm currently on.

I notice the rings under her eyes and immediately begin to worry.

Did she have enough sleep?

Has she even eaten anything?!

Wait wait wait-

Did that motherfucker seriously shoot me?!

I try to move, but have to bite my lip so hard I'm surprised it's not bleeding, to keep from making a sound because fuck, it hurts.

"Aiden?" I look up and notice Azaleas eyes on me.

I smile halfhearted.

She gets up and hugs he me tightly.

"I'm so glad you're okay! You are right? Wait do you need anything?"

"Some water would be nice." I say because my throat is killing me, even though I don't want her to move away.

"Of course!" She says as she gets up and hands me a glass of water.

I gulp it down greedily. I'll never take water for granted again.
I'll have to be more grateful.

"How are you feeling?" She asks and I look at her again.

Even with the rings under her eyes and her uncombed hair she's the most beautiful woman I ever saw.

She could wear a garbage bag and I'd get hard looking at her.
(Not something I'm proud of. I'm just saying.)

"Honestly? Like shit. But where are the others? No wait, what the hell happened?" I question and Az winces.

"A lot actually." She sighs and sits down on the bed next to me.
"What's the last thing you remember?"

I think for a second.
Going over everything that happened last night. I'm a little dizzy but I'll live.

I had to go get something with the bike.

After that I returned to the mansion and looked for Azalea.
I clench my jaw as I remember how I found her.

I look at her and notice the bad concealed bruise on her forehead thanks to Damien pressing his gun there.

I can't believe the motherfucker touched her!

I'm going to kill him.

"I think I saw Callan entering the room. And everyone was kind of shouting."

"That's about correct. Damien then- um he, he shot you. He would've aimed somewhere far more severe if Theo wouldn't have been as fast as he has been."