“After all, he’s tall, hot, handsome. And gosh, his smile—I could die for—“
My sentence stops when a pair of red-ice-blue eyes open and stare at me, silently challenging me, daring me to complete my sentence.
Leo’s laugh echoes in the room. “This man is so fucked up.”
I remove his mask and press my lips to his, grinning against his mouth. “You’re awake finally.” I punish his lips with nonstop kisses.
I peeled away from him, Leo grabs my shoulder and pushes me back into the chair, then shifts his own chair forward, moving closer to Zoan. “I’m sorry, man. Even after trying your best, you couldn’t make yourself die.”
I glare at him. “Stop your nonsense.”
“I don’t like nonsense either, but this man over here loves death. There can be no other reason for him to roam out without security.” He looks toward Zoan. “They were planning to attack you for the last three days, and you served yourself up last night on a silver platter. How many times have I told you to keep your security attached to your ass?”
“I’m not easy to kill,” Zoan says slowly.
“One more shot, and this discussion would have been taking place in hell. I swear, man, next time I see you alone, I will kill you myself,” Leo grits out his anger.
“I’m calling the doctor,” I get up from the chair, but Zoan holds my hand, stopping me.
I hold his hand with one hand, then carefully take my other hand and place his hand—with the IV drip needle inserted—back on the bed. “Don’t move your hand.”
“Stay here. He will call the doctor,” Zoan gestures toward Leo.
Leo lets out a cold chuckle. “Keep dreaming.”
My eyes land on the red button. “Oh wait, we can call them here.”
I press the button, and soon after a nurse arrives. After seeing that Zoan is awake, she leaves, and soon the doctor arrives along with Mama and Daddy.
Everything is as fine as it could be. He needs to stay in bed for a long time. Zoan’s case is different from typical patients because he doesn’t feel pain, which can cause serious issues, he won’t even know when he stretches his stitches or opens his wound. The doctor says they will arrange his periodic checkups more frequently to make sure his wounds remain well protected.
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After the doctor left, Dad sits on the bed holding my hand. “I’m sorry, son.”
“It was not your fault,” I tell him.
“Asking you to leave the house in the middle of the night was my fault.” He exhales a tired, shaky breath. “What would I have done if something had happened to you?”
“I’m fine.” I don’t like the look of sadness and guilt in his eyes.
“I should not have reacted like that. You don’t choose the person you fall for, and by doing what I did, I disrespected both of your feelings. I’m sorry.” He looks toward Avira.
She gets up from the chair and hugs him, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes connecting with mine.
“We tried to go against our love till the end. We didn’t accept it, neither did we acknowledge it, but nothing was working. I’m really sorry, Daddy, but I can’t love anyone else.” Her words falter by the end of the sentence.
Dad wipes her tears. “I understand more than anyone how it feels to fall for someone you shouldn’t.”
Mom comes closer to me and strokes my head. Her swollen eyes are red, and with difficulty she manages to say the choked words, “You scared me.”
“I’m sorry, Mom. It won’t happen again.”
“And I will make sure of it,” Leo says.
“By the way, Uncle, what made you change your mind about them?” he asks, now looking toward Dad.
Dad looks at me. “I almost lost my son, and it made me realize how little everything else matters.”
