ab

nips at my skin as if it wants me to get up as well, it was comfy but I am just conscious of the fact that I don’t own a q

me, there is the familiar smell of blood but I pat myself down and there isn’t

tside the window, there is an arid desert that I’m familiar with. We’re in the middle of

nd then this. I’m kidnapped by a patient that could literall

ld be scared. But for some odd reason, I’m not. I slide to my feet and loo

my bare feet touch the puddle of blood that I just noticed. It’s still warm and feels as if it would stain my

reopened. The stitches are crudely opened and blood pours out of him in

d waking. Emerald green glares alarmingl

out, you could di

ays, softer than I

hand away and rip a longer piece o

ie?” He gasps. His eyes watching my ev

I’m not sure where the heck we still are, if you die, then I

“I picked a

et me help you

me is scared that he already bled out and stopping his bleeding was exhausting. My

let go no

of the process, since his eyes were closed the whole t

His eyes still closed and his fac

“Don’t

rks. “

e blood that did bled from him pooled at my knees. I look around the cabin. There w

s and a couch facing a large window overlooking a cliff of some sort. T

cked with food and the pantry was full. The fridge was even organized and filled

the floor clean of blood, but the smell is still there, some small discoloration on the hardw

it is horrible. Blood has always smelled horrible to me that even during

om the floor. I take the dishwashing soup and added some detergent just to get rid the smell for me, this reminds me too much of my job in the hospita

ot going to be light. I just cleaned whatever the blood touched and left him alone. I cover him with

e, but I can’t really be picky at a time like this. I just want to be clean again and stop

dnapped and I am in the middle of nowhere. If the man truly dies, then I’d

a junkies house or a place they just shoot their drugs where my nephew is exposed to danger, i

me. I want to hunt them down in the city as fast as I can even thou

ave to roll up the sleeves to make it less heavy on me. The man is still passed out on the

s incredibly handsome for a kidnapper. I sigh. this is reality for you even the handsome ones you can’t really trust.

r handsome face

ink so” his eyes slow

ngling sensation on the surface of my skin. “You’r

lf. Examining the wounds on his torso. “I’m

helped you so you sh

ion “Do you think I am in any kind

get a m

out of here. you can’t do that on your own even with a map. It was smart of you to stay even though I w

Then why the hell

me and I needed someone with experience to help me heal, someone attacked

my brows. “someone

you the talk” he tries to sit up and groans hal

t lie the

ping him up. The other free hand lays on top of his stomach and before I know it, his

kin by the elbow, but his whole lower arm is…inhuman. My eyes aren’t deceiving me since I could smell

don’t p

y throat. “I’m…not” I l

passin

fore I drop to the