Chapitre 29: Yup I ran away!
"You?"
His voice hit my ears but I was focused on something else.
He was standing there only in a pair of boxers, a towel hanging effortlessly around his neck and his expressions mirroring mine.
I tried to look away from his well sculpted body but what stopped me was an enormous amount of fading scars and bruises on his chest and abs which looked like the ones I saw on his face earlier.
Some cuts looked fresh and a little blood was dripping down the wound on his arm mixing up with the water droplets on his body.
My chest tightened at the sight in front of me, my heart twisting in an uncomfortable manner and I felt hot tears burning my eyes. Watching people in pain or suffering is my weakest point but watching him like that was tugging my heart at a whole new level.
Why? I didn't know.
"What are you doing here?" his voice was cold and distant while he tried to cover his body with the towel, pretending to wipe away water droplets.
I tore away my gaze from his body and looked up, his emotionless eyes boring into my teary ones.
He always looks like this. Like nothing bothers him. Like he doesn't feel anything, any pain. I remember when he got shot he acted like nothing happened.
Why is he this way?
"Just don't fucking give me that pity look." his voice held a tone which seemed like he was disgusted by the way I looked at him.
But it wasn't pity...
"Go away," he turned his back on me and opened the drawers taking out a first aid box. I wiped away my eyes gently and moved towards him.
"Let me see," I said the same thing he said to me at the park.
His back which also showed scars and a few stitches marks, visibly tensed at my voice.
"I don't like repeating my-" his words died when he turned back.
He looked bewildered and blinked several times which I didn't understand why. I think I saw some emotion flashing through his icy orbs but it was gone before I could have figured out what it was.
He asked me about my eyes and I was confused at first. Then I remembered that I was not wearing my usual contacts today but I was still confused.
Did he notice my eye colour?
I told him that it is my real eye colour and tried to look away from his intense stare. His eyes traveled down my body painfully slowly.
I swear, I saw his pupils dilating. I ignored the nagging feeling in my stomach and tried touching his bleeding arm which he immediately jerked away.
"Stop being a kid and let me help." I snatched the first aid box from his hand. I was suddenly angry at his behavior. I was not going to bite him.
Why is he so stubborn?
Gently, I pushed him towards the bed trying not to touch any fresh wound. He looked baffled but complied anyway.
I didn't ask him any questions and he sat there in silence while I cleaned and dressed his wounds.
I learned doing this in our previous school when I volunteered for helping kids injured in a bus accident.
The wound from the gunshot was still not completely healed and I think he had not taken care while bathing because it was slightly bleeding again.
I cleaned it up trying to be as gentle as possible but he never flinched or showed any emotion once while on the other hand I was almost on the verge of crying again.
After finishing everything I looked up to find him gazing at me already. I noticed there was a slight cut on his lower lip which I didn't notice earlier.
Unintentionally, my hand went to his face, my thumb brushing against his wound gently while my fingers cupped his cheek. His skin was surprisingly soft.
He closed his eyes, the frown on his face wiped away and his features relaxed. He leaned into my touch eagerly as if it was healing him. He found my other hand and placed it on his chest right above his heart. I felt his heart beating violently just like mine.
I retrieved both of my hands back jumping away from him after I realized what I was doing.
What the hell Isabella?
My inner self scolded me. It was not my fault, he did something to me. I tried to justify my actions to myself.
I forgot why I went there and I absolutely had no idea what I was doing. He looked confused and disappointed by my sudden action, his regular frown forming back.
"I...I am sorry...Actually I came here to thank you for all you did for Alexi and apologize for all the times I have been rude to you. Get well soon Mr fro..I mean Mr Xavier. Bye." And with that, I did what seemed best at that moment.
Yup I ran away!
I remembered the way we came here so I followed it without looking back.
Cadeaux
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reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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