Chapter 26

chapter 26 | mouse

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Blake POV

Everything hurts. It’s not the first time in

my life I wake up because everything hurts and I know it won’t be the last but that doesn’t make the experience better. This time the majority of my pain is coming from my side. I slowly open my eyes, careful to not move my body too much and I’m met with a wooden ceiling. It’s still night outside which means I barely got any sleep and I’m still tired as fuck. I slowly look around and memories from last night start coming back. There are medical supplies all over the living room table and the floor and most of them are coated in blood, my blood.

Great.

Which brings me to my second train of thoughts. Aria. She was the one who used all these, on me. Fuck. Most of what I remember from last night is just pain. Constant pain. But apparently last night Blake thought it was a good idea to let a sleep deprived college student operate on him. I’m pretty sure last night Blake wasn’t thinking with his head, well at least not the head that contains his brain. I do however remember the moment in the car and the one outside the cabin in which she looked hot as fuck so I think my judgement wasn’t exactly clear. Damn it. I really need to get laid. Aria would be option number one but at this point I’ll take anyone. (Which is a lie I tell myself in order to not think about Aria too much).

Speaking of the devil, where is this girl? I get up with big efforts and look around the living room, she’s not here, then I see the bedroom door slightly open, I make my way there and see her collapsed on the bed. And when I say collapsed I mean collapsed, it’s like she fell on the bed and didn’t move since. Her head did reach the pillow but the legs didn’t quite make it all the way on the bed and they are handing over the edge.

With the help of the wall I make my way to the bed just to make sure she’s still breathing, and as I silently get in to bed next to her, continually telling myself I just want to make sure everything is alright and that it’s not fair that she’s the one to sleep on the bed and me on the couch I hear her breathing evenly.

Good.

But when my head hits the pillow and I look to my right and Aria is so peacefully sleeping next to me I realize there’s no way in hell I’m getting up from here. The couch be damned, I’m sleeping the rest of the night here. And if she wakes up and starts screaming at me. Well that’s a problem for future Blake. So I look at her some more and the last thing I remember before passing out again is her face, if I don’t wake up again then my life is complete.

Aria POV

Everything is warm and comfortable. Which is weird considering I went to sleep in an old ass bed in an shady as fuck cabin in the middle of nowhere. But if the past week has taught me something is to never question the places in which you wake up. And just enjoy the moment while it lasts because I can’t believe I’m saying this but that bed from the MI6 headquarters from the room in which I was locked against my will was way better than this, now I regret once again not using it and sleeping on the floor.

I feel something move on my back.Tiny legs. On my back. Moving. I don’t think twice, I open my eyes, and quickly turn around before I can even comprehend that there’s an extra person in the bed. I see a mouse making its way over the mattress, probably scared by my sudden movement. I don’t think. I start yelling, thrashing and hurrying to get out of bed and my rush doesn’t help the mouse because it starts moving faster and the poor soul makes the rash decision of climbing on my leg again and I lose it. I grab a pillow and start fitting it. And just swinging around. And yelling not feeling the tears streaming down my face.

I just enter: Aria’s terror faze, where I’m not in control of my body until the danger is out or someone intervenes. And in this case I’m pulled out from my terror haze by a hand grabbing my shoulders tightly and someone saying my name far away. But I don’t hear that, the only thing I can hear is the pounding in my ears and those little disgusting rat legs on my body.

“Aria stop-”

I don’t listen. I'm just frantically moving my arms as much as I can, now realizing that my hand movements are more restricted. Someone is constantly saying my name and I feel myself being pushed back until I register hitting a wall. Now that I can't move and have something solid against my back my soul is coming back in my body and my brain starts registering my surroundings, cataloging the damage. I’m trembling uncontrollably and hyperventilating. And when I open my eyes and I’m met with Blake hazel which relaxes me a fraction, not that I would ever admit it.

I also take in the silence around us. Now that I stopped yelling and my breathing is more or less back to normal the silence in the house is extremely loud. Until I hear a soft squawk coming from behind Blake. My eyes widen again and I’m preparing myself to fight this mouse to the death, until Blake, who's been watching me, realizes this and immediately grabs my face with his hands and angles it so we don’t lose eye contact.

“Aria, listen to me! Aria- stop listen to me, please”

I was trying really hard to keep my attention on him. But the entire shaking of my body wasn’t helping. I couldn't even see him clearly anymore due to the massive amount of terror induced tears flowing from my eyes.

“Breath! Come on cupcake!” The only reason I hear his voice is because it’s right next to my ear. He somehow managed to turn us around so I was facing the wall, and my back was pressed against his chest. He was holding my hands to my chest with one arm and holding us up with his other one.

“Aria, breathe! Listen to my breathing. In and out. In and out.”

I closed my eyes and focused on his breathing trying to follow his instructions.

“Please just get rid of it” I managed to croak out. I don’t even think he heard me right until I heard him chuckle.

Seriously? Is this guy for real?

“You fucking laughing right now?” I didn’t have the strength to try to fight him considering the iron grip he had me in but I did manage to add some venom in my voice, or what I hope is venom considering my vocal cords cracked halfway though the sentence considering the amount of screaming I just did.

“You were in a real fucking car chase yesterday and now you freak over a mouse” he retorts and I can still hear humor in his voice.

The audacity of this man.

“It’s not the same fucking thing asshole, you wouldn’t understand, now let me go and go away you pissed me off”

“That’s how you treat your savior? Sure I’ll leave, but you’ll just remain alone in this rome with little Jerry over there. He seems pissed, he might eat your toes next time”

I freeze. And grab onto his arm before he can let go.

The rational part of me knew he was joking but I wasn’t thinking with the rational part.

“Don’t joke with this, Blake, I’m serious.”

“Sure you are cupcake. I’m also serious when I tell you that I do love saving damsels in distress first thing in the morning after getting shot but if I don’t lie down in the next few moments I will pass out and it will kind of ruin this savior image I worked so hard for.”

His words take a few moments to register considering my brain refused to continue listening after he said that stupidly hot nickname. But after I process what he said I realize he isn’t just holding on to me, he is leaning on me AND on the wall.

“Goddammit Blake, why didn’t you say anything” I momentarily get my shit together and focus my strength on getting god knows how many pounds of pure muscles on the bed not that I care or checked but considering I was just pressed against hit abs I can confirm that he is in fact ripped. But don’t judge can’t a girl indulge from time to time? We live in desperate times. I might not even make it to tomorrow. I can enjoy a little male hotness when it’s presented to me.

I quickly try to support more of his weight and move towards the bed.

“Well you were kind of in the middle of something and I didn’t want to interrupt, besides I don’t think you would have actually listened to me.” he adds starting to sound breathless towards the end of the sentence. Like he genuinely did reach the end of whatever burst of adrenaline he had.

I did learn from yesterday's mistake and Blake’s landing on the bed is much smoother. After I managed to sort of help him into a more comfortable position I realized something.

“Wait, how did you even get in the bed? I thought I left you on the couch”

He is now on his back with his eyes closed and face scrunched up in pain.

“The ghosts of the cabin moved me” he replies sarcastically.

I glare at him until he notices the silence and opens one eye.

“I’m serious Blake. You can’t just move after whatever shitty stitches I made, you have to let your body heal, look at you, your bleeding through the bandages again.”

And through the scrap of fabric that used to be a shirt but I didn’t fully remove the night before.

“Well I’m pretty sure I’m not bleeding because I moved 10 steps last night” he gives me a pointed look “besides this bed is far more comfortable than that piece of cardboard you just called a couch, I can heal far better over here.”

I roll my eyes at him and turn around to go to the living room to grab the bandages but after taking one step I remember that there's an actual mouse in this room. Typical Blake distracting me from the more important problems.

I freeze again. Looking around frantically searching for the little four legged demon.

Come on Aria. Blake’s bleeding because he helped you with the stupid panic attack, the least you can do is to get the damn bandages and repatch his wound.

I take a deep breath in and practically fly the remaining 5 steps to the living room, grab the bandages and fly back to bed and dump the blanket fully on the floor because it was half on the bed half on the floor and that’s how the mouse climbed. Stopping to catch my breath in the middle of the bed clutching the first aid kit to my chest I wait for my heartbeat to slow down and maybe try to hear any other noises produced by the mouse.

Nothing.

I exhale lightly.

And when I turn towards Blake I find he was already looking at me with this look in his eyes I do not want to analyze more.

“Do I have something on my face?” I got this line from the thousands of books I’ve read.

“Nah, just admiring how you got over your fear of mouses to get the bandages to patch me up after your mental breakdown made me lose half of my remaining blood” his sarcastic response came instantaneously and made me wonder if this man always has a smartass response shoved up his ass.

I roll my eyes. “Yeah well you should probably keep admiring because once you're not dying anymore I won’t play the role of your own personal maid”

He plasters the ‘I won’ smirk on his face and before I get to rethink what I just said and find something wrong he says in the most smug and know it all voice I’ve ever heard “So you are into roleplay? Huh. You know I had my suspicions but-”

I don’t wait for him to finish that sentence and latch onto the first word I think would render him speechless and throw a question back at him, before I actually process the direction of this conversation.

“You had suspicions about my sexual fantasies?”

A/N

I have to apologise for not posting for 3 months, unfortunately I have no crazy excuse I was just lazy and had no inspiration. But I've been writing daily for the past few days so I guess you can expect updates??? But no promises:))

Love u and have a wonderfull day.

Chapter is not edited yet. Just wanted to post it.