Searing Burst of Rage (Fireheart 2)

Chapter 32

I didn't even realize how sweaty I was and how sticky I was feeling. I felt like I had lived a thousand years when I looked at myself in the mirror. A lot happened today and it drained me but I still have to check on Alfe. I couldn't sleep without seeing him doing okay.

I washed myself up and changed into comfortable clothes. I fixed the blanket over Dafiah before I walked out of the room. It's unusually noisy downstairs because of their men. Hindi ko alam kung nandito na ba sina Uxphil, gusto ko sanang magpasalamat.

Alfe's room door is closed. I was about to knock when it burst open. I saw Axe and Gus coming out of the room. By their faces, I could say that Alfe is not in a tough situation, but still, I asked if he was okay.

"He's not in a good shape as of now," Axe calmly answered.

Nawala ang kampante ko at napalitan ng pag-aalala, he got shot for goodness sake. Is he unconscious right now? Does he have to be sent to the hospital? We'll he be in ICU?

"He's looking for you," Gus said before he followed Axe.

Mabilis akong pumasok ng kwarto at agad nahanap si Alfe. Puno ng pag aalala akong lumapit sa kama at umupo sa gilid. He's leaning his back against the head mattress. The wound in his arm is cleaned now with a bandage on, napahinga ako ng maluwag. I look at his face, he looks a little pale.

I felt his warm hand smooth over the top of mine. "How are you feeling? Are you alright?"

Masama ko syang tinignan. "How dare you ask me that question when you are the one who got shot? Of course, I'm worried sick!"

"I've never been better looking at you unharmed," napapaos na sabi nya.

I frowned even more. "You lied. You said you weren't shot!"

"I don't want you to worry," he sounded so relaxed.

Naramdaman ko ang pagtulo ng luha ko. I don't like to see him hurt, hindi ko kakayanin kung may mangyari mang mas malala pa dito. He can act tough all he want but he could die.

"You could die, Alfe!" I cried.

He reached my cheek with his injured hand to wipe my tears off. "I won't."

"Don't say that! You are not immortal Alecar!"

He deeply chuckled as if I said something funny. "If the means of death is saving you, then why not."

Kinuha ko ang kamay ko sa pakakahawak nya at malakas syang pinalo sa diddib. "That is not a good joke!"

He sighed and then reached for my hand on his chest. He kissed it softly without taking his eyes off me. "I accepted the engagement to protect you. It's you over blood. I can't lose you, I'm powerless without my Chantrea. If you get hurt, I have no reason to fight anymore."

"Please don't die," I begged.

"Yes, ma'am."

"It's really not funny," saway ko sa kanya pero hindi ko pa din maiwasang hindi mapangiti ng bahagya. Bumaling ako sa sugat sa kanang braso nya at inabot yun. "Is it aching?"

"A little," sagot nya at ngumiti.

How could he smile nonchalantly? His cut is still fresh, of course, it hurts like hell. I gulped. I leaned in closer to give his arm a soft kiss. I don't know what I'm doing, I feel like I'm obliged to kiss it to make it less painful even though it doesn't work like that.

I felt his arm stiffens because of what I did but I do not care and I didn't stop. Napatigil lang ako sa ginagawa nang maramdaman ang mga halik nya sa kamay ko na hawak nya. Agad nagtama ang aming mga mata. He licked my palm as he locked our eyes.